The room fell silent again.
“You have another daughter?” Silvia asked.
Todor nodded.
“Yes. She is fifty-two. She has two children. She knows Elena. She knows Emilia. And she has agreed to be part of her life.”
Mikhail went pale.
“So you don’t even trust us.”
It hurt to hear him say it.
But I couldn’t lie.
“You brought me to court, Mikhail.”
He opened his mouth.
Then closed it.
The judge leaned back.
“Based on the documents provided so far, I see no evidence that Mrs. Mileva is mentally incapable of making decisions. On the contrary, there are clear medical assessments, legal preparation, and financial arrangements concerning the child’s care.”
My children’s lawyer stood.
“Your Honor, we request an independent psychiatric evaluation.”
The judge nodded.
“That is your right. However, the request for temporary restriction of Mrs. Mileva’s parental rights and control over her property is denied at this stage.”
