Derek's POV
Felicia guided the reluctant Serena toward the door, though it was obvious she wanted nothing more than to remain and eavesdrop on every word exchanged between my father and me.
Her curiosity about my relationship with Bella was practically written across her face.
The moment they disappeared from view, my father shifted forward in his chair, his expression growing serious.
"Bella was never suitable for you back then, and even if that child had been yours, you would have made her miserable," I fired back at him, my voice sharp with remembered frustration. "You used to become hostile at the mere mention of her name."
I stared him down. "So what's changed? Why this sudden respect?"
