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Two days after the blow up, on that Monday morning, my lawyer contacted me about a letter sent from a certain family lawyer demanding for my presence the next day regarding the custody of Paola Harris Ortega.
She sure worked fast on getting back the time she lost with her daughter, and silent too since I heard nothing from her until that morning when I was slapped with that letter and a thick proposal.
I spent the entire day with my lawyer consulting the terms and each point of her demand, but the gist from our discussion was that, she wants Pao for four days four nights a week while the remaining is up to me and Hugo on how to divide it.
From having five days five nights a week, she's demanding 90 percents of my time with my baby. I called
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