Chapter 72

Nina sat in the living room, letting the mild scent of freshly brewed coffee wash over her, right before one of the servants put the cup down on the glass table. Briefly, she tore her gaze from the magazine on her lap and thanked the man with a nod of her head.

Once the servant left, she turned to face her younger son, having summoned him for something she needed to talk about.

“Ben said you paid a visit to Simon,” she said to her son, not exactly a question but a statement, as if letting him know there was no point in lying or denying or ignoring even. It was better to come clean, instead of wasting both of their time. “Would you like to talk about it?”

Derek rolled his eyes, not at his mother, but more at the question itself. “There’s nothing to talk about it.” He grunted.

“Are you sure?” her question was almost instant, as if she was already prepared for his pointless attempt to brush her off. “Because the last time I checked, you weren’t a huge fan of Simon. Even the sight of