NTR: Mommy Will Help You! 278. My Mom Is Very Pissed at You…

The hall had been adorned splendidly, filled with colorful ribbons and blooming flowers in every corner.

A crowd of students had gathered by the time Oliver and his friends showed up, joined by several alumni who returned specially for the festive occasion.

Joy filled the air as attendees savored the snacks being passed around and shared excited talks about what lay ahead in their lives.

A few eyes turned toward Oliver entering via the front door, Brenda's arm linked firmly with his, as if she intended to stay glued to him for good.

Whispers and soft exclamations rippled through the group as the pair strolled together to the prepared seating areas.

Oliver paid no mind to the stares or judgments from others, continuing his stride until they settled at a nearby table.

"So, you're not going to share where you've vanished to or what kept you away?" Brenda inquired, settling beside him on the right, a faint grin playing on her lips as she observed him.

"Just handled some family matters that couldn't wait. That's it." Oliver returned her smile. "Nothing out of the ordinary."

Ron, claiming the spot across from Oliver and Brenda, cut in with, "Nothing out of the ordinary? You rolled up in a damn Koenigsegg Gemera!!! No one would call that ordinary!"

A light laugh escaped Oliver at Ron's outburst, then he faced him and added, "Fair enough. Actually, my grandfather chose to pass his company down to me. That's how I get to indulge in perks like this."

"Oh? So that's the reason you're suddenly dressed like a wealthy heir?" Sarah teased with a light laugh, inching closer to Oliver as she leaned in.

Oliver caught sight of her ample chest nearly bursting from the low-cut white gown, prompting a sly grin from him.

"Perhaps~," he teased back, his fingers sliding along Sarah's leg. "But seriously, watch how you bend forward when your outfit's on the verge of sliding down. Unless you're aiming to flash everyone?"

A fierce blush flooded Sarah's cheeks as she straightened up quickly, hands clutching her bodice securely. "No, no, no, no... Absolutely not!!"

Her flustered state drew a chuckle from Oliver as he withdrew his touch from her leg. "Fine. Let's switch topics."

His gaze then swept the room, absorbing the sight of old acquaintances mixed with a handful of unfamiliar faces.

"Anything exciting lined up for the event?" Oliver wondered, glancing back at Brenda, who shook her head.

"Besides the main festivities, nothing major. There could be some dances and shows toward the end," she replied, pausing to sip from her glass.

A slight frown creased Oliver's brow. "Doesn't that sound dull? Last year's event was a total letdown, if I recall..."

"Yeah, I'm aware." Brenda agreed with a nod. "Still, we can't bail on the gathering—it's a big milestone for our group. Just tough it out until it's over."

"Hmmm... Got it." Oliver murmured, sighing as he reclined in his chair. "I figured there'd be more thrill than this, at minimum."

"Tell me about it? I'm just as let down..." Ron grumbled, sharing Oliver's frustration.

Suddenly, Ron's face grew stern as he eyed Oliver once more. "Oh, and you realize my mom's furious with you, don't you? She's ranted nonstop about dumping you the second you show up."

Those words hit Oliver like a freeze; his features twisted in distress as he pivoted toward Ron.

"You're joking, right?" he probed, at a loss for how to respond right then.

Ron confirmed with a firm nod. "Dead serious. Your long absence made her question if you'd ever come back. She's been hitting the nightlife every night, acting like she's free and single because of it."

The revelation stunned Oliver into silence, leaving him clueless on managing the mess.

Brenda had caught the full exchange and turned to Oliver. "My mom's upset with you too," she noted with a casual shrug. "You told her to work on her other spot, but never bothered to follow through."

Sarah let out a giggle at the remark. "Lucky for you, you're not tangled up with my mom, or she'd be even angrier, if not more."

"Damn it!" Oliver swore quietly, aware he was deep in hot water. "I couldn't help it—I was tied up with family issues..."

"You started things with them before vanishing abruptly. Now face the fallout solo."

A sly smile curved Brenda's lips as she delivered the line.

Ron and Sarah couldn't suppress their chuckles either, finding his dilemma quite entertaining.

Before long, the students assembled and took their places, prompting the principal to step onto the stage and launch into his address, lauding their dedication and offering hearty congrats on finishing their education.

A series of acts from fellow students came next, featuring dances, songs, and musical performances, among others.

Yet in the midst of it, Oliver spotted someone heading their way.

Her bold red lipstick amplified the fullness of her inviting lips, while her flowing blonde locks gleamed softly against her fair complexion.

The form-fitting black dress hugged her figure, highlighting her shapely form enough to draw glances from nearby guys as she passed.

With generous décolletage on display and the hem ending halfway down her thighs, she complemented it all with heels that elongated her slender legs further.

Oliver knew her at once: their instructor, Emma Dawson.

"Long time no see, Oliver," Emma said warmly, smiling. "Thrilled you're joining us today."

"Ms. Dawson." Oliver stood from his seat to greet her back. "Indeed, it's been ages. And I haven't forgotten the great times we shared last."