CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY ONE: FIGHT?

Ariana stood in the kitchen, her face flushed with emotion as she faced Jonathan. The argument had been simmering for weeks, and tonight, it had finally boiled over. “I want Oliver back home,” Ariana said firmly, her voice tinged with frustration. “I don’t think the boarding school is the right place for him anymore.” Jonathan sighed, running a hand through his hair. He had been dreading this conversation. “Ariana, we’ve been over this. The school is one of the best in the country. It offers him opportunities he wouldn’t have here.” Ariana shook her head, her eyes blazing with determination. “Opportunities? Jonathan, he’s miserable there. He needs to be with his family, not stuck in some sterile institution. He’s a child, not a project.” Jonathan’s jaw tightened. “I’m doing what’s best for him,” he said, his voice clipped. “You know how important his education is. It’s not just about academics; it’s about his future.” “And what about his present?” Ariana shot back, her voice risin