For an instant, Noah nodded and, with a reassuring tone, added, “Yeah! Ms. Jones, you might not know, but he’s staying with us, too.”
When I saw them, it hit me like a ton of bricks; the woman was a staff member from the prestigious private school they wanted Conan to attend. Getting into such a prestigious school wasn’t just about excellent students but also the right connections.
My abrupt arrival seemed to cast a shadow over their moment, and her gaze turned cold, brimming with unspoken warnings.
On the brink of collapse and beyond fear, I refused to be drawn into their game. With a defiant edge in my voice, I exclaimed, “I don’t recall having a nephew!”
“And by the way, this is my home. Everyone, please leave,” I declared.
The very moment I uttered, it seemed the room was about to be chaotic.
When Celeste tried to argue, I cut her off before she could get a word in. There was no need for a debate; the truth was on my side.
Without hesitation, I headed straight to the bedroom, grabbed the property deed, and tossed it onto the table. The document, boldly displaying Celeste’s and my names, spoke for itself.
Upon seeing the papers, the middle-aged woman’s expression hardened as she grasped the gravity of the situation.
With a final, cutting remark that Conan’s admission couldn't be pushed through, Celeste seethed with rage at me.
Observing their anxious faces, I didn't feel on cloud nine. Instead, a deep sadness settled over me, overshadowing any sense of victory.
As the middle-aged woman came out and faded from sight, Celeste, her face in a fit of rage, stormed up to me. “Oliver, are you out of your mind? Do you have any idea how much effort I put into getting Conan into this school? You’ve ruined everything!”
I stood my ground and wasn't disheartened by her outburst.
“I promised that once Conan was settled in a top junior high, I’d devote all my time to you. Why are you sabotaging this now?” she asked, her voice steady despite the chaos. “Do you want to drive me crazy?”
I watched the scene with calm composure, wishing I could have the old Celeste who once loved me. Still, things turned upside down, making it impossible to transpire.
No, she was no longer the same Celeste I knew. Everything changed from her; even her affection for me seemed to fade.
Back then, she had vowed that she would return to me once Conan was accepted into a prestigious school.