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Chapter 552 "You don't need to go to school today." The words froze her in place. She looked at him, confusion filling her eyes. "But... why?" Daven's statement immediately drew mixed reactions around the table. Most of them looked surprised-and curious. "Eli isn't allowed to go to school?" Riana repeated. "What's going on?" Eli tightened her grip on her bag strap. "Did... I do something wrong?" she asked carefully. Daven shook his head at once. He stood and walked closer, keeping a respectable distance so she wouldn't feel pressured. "That's not it," he said calmly.

"Why don't you sit back down? It looks like you haven't finished your breakfast yet." Eli swallowed nervously. She didn't dare argue with him, but she couldn't understand why he was asking her to stay home. Had something bad happened? Or was this because of her mother's behavior-had Daven decided to stop her from going to school because of it? If that were true... it would be devastating. The only person who seemed completely unsurprised if he had already expected this-was Nathan Miller. He simply sipped his coffee in quiet composure.

"A few days ago," Daven continued, "my staff visited your school. Not to monitor you-but to find out about your achievements." "You have a rare talent," Daven said. "My staff showed me the recordings. The way you sing-your vocal control, your sensitivity to pitch. That isn't a skill that develops without strong natural potential." Eli froze. She hadn't expected the conversation to turn in that direction. "I've already contacted someone," Daven continued. "There's a school that offers a special program for vocal development and performing arts.

The environment and the education there would be much more supportive for a student with abilities like yours." Riana looked at Eli with gentle warmth. Althea's lips curved into a soft smile, quiet pride shining in her eyes. Josh and Grace, meanwhile, stared in open surprise at what their father had just said. "You're thinking of transferring her?" Althea asked. "I haven't made a decision on my own," Daven replied. "Today, my staff will meet with her principal to discuss the best possible options. He'll report back to me soon.

If everything aligns, I want Eli to have a bigger opportunity." The room fell silent. Eli, now seated again, kept her head lowered. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. All this time, whenever she talked about music, she had been met with dismissal or indifference. For the first time, someone saw her talent as something valuable-not a distraction, not a waste of time. And the feeling that rose in her chest was more than pride. It was a swirl of emotions, surprise, uncertainty, and a fragile disbelief. "What kind of school... is it?" she asked softly.

1 "A place that takes talent seriously," Daven answered. "Professional vocal coaches. Stage training. And most importantly, a place where your ability is valued-not treated as just a hobby." Eli lowered her gaze again. Warmth spread through her chest. She had never truly allowed herself to imagine a future like that. "If... if that's what's best," she said slowly, "then I trust your decision." Daven studied her for a moment, then gave a small nod. "I won't make any decision without considering you," he said. "But there's one thing I want you to remember." Eli lifted her face.

"A talent like yours should never be wasted." For the first time that morning, a small smile appeared on her lips-still hesitant but filled with hope. She was just about to say thank you when Daven's phone rang, cutting the moment short. "Ah... it looks like I won't be able to finish breakfast with you," he said, a hint of apology in his expression." Arsen really isn't giving me a moment to breathe." "Invite that assistant of yours over here, Daven. I'll be the one to scold him," Riana huffed, clicking her tongue in irritation. But a moment later, she laughed and waved a hand.

"Alright, alright. You should get to the office and take care of your business." "I'll prepare something you can eat in the car," Althea said quickly, already starting to rise. "You don't have to, sweetheart," Daven refused gently, though it was clear it wasn't easy for him. The last thing he wanted was for Althea to tire herself out. "I'll help Mrs. Althea," Eli offered, stepping in. "Besides, I made quite a lot of pancakes." "Um... Eli," Grace suddenly called out, making everyone at the table turn toward her in surprise.

"Yes, Grace?" "Do I not get any of your pancakes?" she asked, her eyes shining with hope. "The ones you made for Mommy look really delicious. I want some too." Eli paused for a moment, then a soft laugh slipped from her lips. It was light, unguarded, perhaps the first time that morning she laughed without hesitation. "Of course. Of course, Grace. I'll make some for you," she said warmly. "What toppings would you like?" 2/3 admin