Nina thought she could get a heart attack any minute.
"Mister Sinclair?" she spat in anger, "Don't you know he is already dead? The only Mister Sinclair in this house is my son. Rafael Sinclair."
"Ma'am. I'm talking about Miles Sinclair. He asked us to let them go. We wanted to check her bags but there were no bags with her. She was only carrying her son."
Nina kept looking at the guard in astonishment and then her hand raised in the air, leaving the mark of her fingers on the guard's cheek, "You low life! How dare you? How dare you try to let her go like this!"
She then walked inside and found the maids cleaning the living room. Her gaze darted to the same maid who she gave the responsibility to keep an eye on them.
Nina closed the distance, "Where is my son?"
The maid was standing there like a statue, not able to move, "Ma'am!"
A slap landed on her cheek as well.