Ch-120
"Dad, I heard you are selling this restaurant. So… I have a plan. That you don't need to sell this hotel and still send Daniel abroad. And let Layla learn culinary arts," Eleanor said.
The family of four dropped their jaws when they heard her.
"What!?" Layla yelled.
Indeed it was so shocking to her. Bachelors in Culinary Arts! That was her dream! She doesn't mind studying for a bachelor's even in a shabby college as long as she works hard. She wanted to do it, that's all that matters! And without selling the land!
"That's so fucking good!" Layla yelled.
"Layla, Language!" Daniel reprimanded her. A glare from her brother was enough for her to shut up. Even Clara looked at Layla with displeasure.
"So… what do you want, Eleanor?" Arnold asked.
"I know you are doubting, Dad," Eleanor said.
"Of course, there is no free lunch in this world," Arnold said.
