Derek's POV
I leaned into my chair and stared at the ceiling, ignoring the hundreds of things begging my attention.
I still couldn't understand everything, nor did Clara mention my mother. If anything, I don't believe in coincidence or in mistakes like that.
It meant my mother was back to her old tricks. I knew her too well to ever believe she'd stay out of my business.
The only question was, what exactly was she planning?
I tried to think back on everything. She had been uncharacteristically nice to Clara, unlike how she had threatened every other woman in my life whom she had ever thought would come close to me.
Something was up.
Could it be that she found out that Clara was pregnant? Having a grandchild has been my mother's dream since I moved out, and she realised she didn't ha
