Chapter 3 - Confronting Celeste In The Downstairs Study
Julian walked down the curving wooden staircase of his mother’s sprawling suburban estate, his footsteps echoing like gunshots in the quiet night.
He pushed open the heavy oak door of the downstairs study without knocking, finding Celeste seated behind her antique mahogany desk.
She looked up from her financial portfolios with a cool, immaculate expression that suggested she owned the entire world.
“Julian, you should be resting; it’s late, and you’ve had an exhausting afternoon dealing with the child's behavioral issues,” Celeste said smoothly.
“Don't you ever call my daughter's survival instincts behavioral issues again,” Julian snapped, his voice dropping an octave into pure ice.
Celeste raised a single, perfectly sculpted eyebrow, leaning back in her leather executive chair with casual arrogance.
“I was only teaching that ungrateful little girl some necessary discipline after she crawled across the kitchen floor like an animal,” Celeste replied coldly.
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“You terrorized her, you starved her, and you punished her for mentioning Elena,” Julian accused, slamming his hand onto the desk.
Celeste didn't even flinch; instead, a malicious smile touched the corners of her thin lips.
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