My Daughter-in-Law Is Trying to Teach Me Lessons? In My Own House That I Paid For? I Told My Son.
“Do not go alone,”
He told me finally.
“It is too dangerous.”
“I have to go, Benjamin. If I do not go, they are going to suspect. They are going to know something changed.”
“Then let me accompany you. I can wait for you outside in the car just in case.”
I thought for a moment. It made sense.
I did not know what to expect from that dinner. I did not know how far Victoria was capable of going.
“All right, but let us keep this discreet. I do not want them to know you are there.”
“Understood. Send me the address and I will see you there at 7.”
I spent the day preparing myself, not just emotionally, also practically. I went to the bank.
I asked for certified copies of all the deeds to my house. I asked for bank statements.
I asked for every document proving I was the legitimate owner of my property and that I was in full use of my faculties. The bank employee looked at me strangely.
