Clara's POV"You do not influence my life or the choices I make."With a voice."How am I supposed to not, given your insistence on being foolish? I just wanted you to grow up, get married, and have grandkids. That was all. It's not all that hard. Rather, you and that bimbo are present here." She went on.His mom turned to face me. She seemed to be trying to get me to agree with her.Derek said, "She's not a bimbo." Derek said, "I refuse to be held down by anything or anybody.""You won't get married, then?" Mom enquired.Derek crossed his arms and nodded."Well, I need you to know that you are to blame for whatever is going to happen." She said,His mother slipped on her sunglasses, glanced at me, and left the apartment.It took many moments for us to hear the door bang once again.I assumed I had problems with my family.Derek said, "She missed her medications today."And with that, he turned to go. He shut himself in his workroom.Even after that talk, my enthusiasm for the project
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