"So, who was it? Could it be that Derick Cooper person?"
Cyrus stared at her when she spoke the name, almost not in a question manner.
"You seem sure."
Heather rubbed her finger on her chin, "It was only a matter of elimination."
Then she started pacing back and forth.
"The first person is your mother, obviously. But she is careful enough as to not make an enemy out of me in front of people. You, most of all, because well, if you were to see that we don't get along. You will surely suggest divorce-"
"I already told you, it is no longer in my mind," he interrupted.
"Didn't I say it was the train of thought of your mother?" she rolled her eyes before continuing on her deduction.
"So, she won't come at me, especially in the villa where there are people of yours. And mind you I was shock you have people in there even though you rarely stay there."
"You are there," he pointed out.
"There was none in the past."
