That night, while Nyx was making dinner, she overheard her dad and Elaine talking in the living room.
“You said she has no money. But now her money goes to her brat,” Elaine hissed,
George huffed.
“I don’t know. I got all the benefits when she died. How would I know she put up a trust fund for her?” he replied.
Elaine pushed her hair back and spoke.
“What are we going to do now? This house, it's still in her name.”
“Then we’ll make her sign the transfer. Easy as that. But the trust fund, I can't do anything with that, especially if that bastard Celestino is the executor.” George hissed at Celestino’s name.
Elaine huffed.
“Are you really going to let her leave? How are we going to eat? Who will clean?” she asked.
George looked at her.
“Tell your daughter to move her lazy ass.” He
