Nina seemed to understand something important. She asked again, "Where did Daddy go? I haven't seen him for several days. That aunt is really bad. Let Daddy come and beat her up."
My heart was once again hurt by these childish words. In Nina's heart, her father Kyle was a strong and reliable man who would protect her.
I held my four-year-old daughter tightly, not wanting this cruel inheritance division to leave any shadow in her heart.
"Nina, Mommy wants to discuss something with you. Is that okay?"
My obedient daughter nodded, "Mommy, you can tell me. I always listen to Mommy!"
"I will send you to my mother's house for a while, and I will come back to pick you up when things are settled!"
Although my daughter was reluctant, she still accepted my advice.
I sent Nina to a safe place.
I communicated with Mr. Roerig in New York and fought for more legal assistance.
Two weeks later, Loraine appeared at the villa again, to help me move.
"Why haven't you moved out yet! Get out of here! Make way for my son!" Loraine gestured in front of me, as if she were the owner of this house.
She stood in front of me, pointing at my nose and scolding me fiercely.