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?”