Chapter 159

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