Clara's POVI closed the first aid kit, returning it to the cupboard where Derek had taken it out earlier.He seemed very tense today. I couldn't help but think it was all because of yesterday. It's not every day that your grandfather announces he is getting married, let alone to someone who tried to ruin your life.I was itching to ask him how he felt, but I didn't know how he'd react. If he was already this upset, he probably didn't want to talk about it either."Do you want to talk about what happened last night?" the words slipped out of my mouth."What about it?" He asked while running through some folders.Was it that traumatic for him that he had erased it from his mind?"You know. About Madison and your grandfather." I elaborated.His reaction surprised me. Instead, he broke into laughter. "Why would I be bothered by that?" he laughed. So he wasn't upset? "If anything, those two deserve each other. The sooner they destroy each other, the better. It only means we get to read hi

Clara's POV I was relieved we had planned our meeting in a more public space. We settled into a lounge just behind the hotel reception area. There were several spaces with brown couches, all surrounding several tables. The brown couches matched the wooden floor and several parts of the ceiling. The place looked amazing. Surprisingly, there wasn't anyone else in the area.We sat around a table. He kept his cold gaze on me as an intimidating tactic. I'm pretty sure I can say that I have been through worse.All it took was a mare snap of his finger, and the waiter came running to our table, a teapot already in his hand. He motioned to the waiter to fill our cups. He waited for the waiter to leave before beginning."I'd like to know your plans regarding my grandson." He spoke.He picked up his cup of tea nonchalantly, pretending he hadn't insulted me.I should have known to prepare myself to be offended.He hadn't given me the chance to respond before moving on to his next statement."Wh

Clara's POV "I called, and neither of you bothered to answer your phones." Mom scolded. She took all her anger out of the carrot; she had that habitwhenever she was upset. "You, I bet you were eager to run off and move in with that boy. You can't even wait for me to die first.""I'm not fifteen anymore, and I can decide who I want to go out with." I reminded her."I'm only scolding you because I love you. I'm your mother. If I don't, you'll probably end up broke with an Onlyfans account and in rehab." She answered. "People get kidnapped. Ms. Jennet, from down the street, her cousin's friend's sister's daughter was kidnapped. She got her daughter back in a plastic bin and cut her into pieces right at her doorstep. Do you want that to happen to you? You know you can't trust people these days." Mom answered. This was her way of winning arguments by telling stories that probably didn't happen."Isn't that the same Jennet who was sent to a psychiatric hospital by her kids because she was

Clara's POV And, of course, Layla used this as an opportunity to brag about what a great mother she was. "Derek would never have done anything like that. He was too busy being one of the most successful businessmen in the hotel industry." Layla bragged. "I will always be proud of him," Layla added."It's easy for you to say since it wasn't your car that he crushed at fifteen." Derek's dad remarked."You know, no child is perfect. "Layla answered, shooting a look at her husband. "By eleven, he was smarter than most people his age." She continued."I used to skip classes, too," Derek added casually.He wasn't trying to help himself much.This somehow left Layla speechless, even though she didn't have a rebuttal to that one. "Both of our children are idiots, aren't they?" Layla muttered.I expected Mom to comment, but instead, she nodded, agreeing with Layla. "That we can both agree on." Mom shook her head at me, showing her disapproval.I thought this evening would never get better, bu

Clara’s POV I froze on the spot, unable to form a sentence. Coincidentally, he didn't say anything either. I couldn't read his face."Are you okay?" I finally managed to ask. "You seemed upset earlier," I added."It's just work," he answered defensively.He wasn't in a good mood. Whatever it was, it had riled him up. "Well, I have something to tell you." I began.I quickly grab his hand, placing the letter in it before changing my mind. "I think it is better if you read it. I will probably start stuttering, and then I will never be able to get the words out." I rumbled.He stared at the page in his hand, clueless, before placing it in his pocket."Don't tell me the two of you were together," Layla interjected. "We should go home before you start making me a grandchild." She laughed."Oh wait, they already did that," Mom added.They both laughed like lunatics. This was the first time I'd seen my mom under the influence.This was some way to embarrass your children.I felt my legs shak