They Thought I Had Nothing to Fight With. Then the Maid Wasn’t the Only One Who Walked In With an Envelope
“I am his father!”
“I’ve never once said you weren’t.”
“You filed for supervised visitation!”
“Temporary supervised visitation,” I said.
“Until the court has read your texts, your mother’s estate drafts, and the forensic reports.
After that, the court decides.
Not me.”
“Renata is manipulating you — ”