Derrick’s pov
My mother stood at the entrance of the door, her expression a blend of shock and disbelief. It was as if she couldn't fathom what lay before her.
“What the hell is going on here?” Her voice reverberated through the room, and I found myself momentarily paralyzed, unable to find the right words. Meanwhile, Natalie sought refuge beneath the blanket, her face cloaked in shame.
“Erm, Mum, it's quite late,” I managed to stammer out, still trying to process the situation.
“That doesn't answer my question, Derrick,” she retorted, her tone unwavering.
“Let's go to my room and talk, please,” I implored, reaching out and gently guiding her out of the guest room.
My mother had always been one to delve into my affairs, seeking every detail and, if allowed, making decisions on my beh
