Ivy's POV
My mother's face contorted with disdain. "These students," she muttered, unable to contain her frustration at the situation.
"I'll transfer the money," my father said, ready to end our call. But I needed more.
"Daddy, wait—could you make it five million instead?" I asked quickly before he could hang up.
His booming laughter filled my ear, and I could perfectly envision him tilting his head back in amusement. "And why would that be?"
"I've got some investment ideas," I explained. "This way I can repay the pack and cover my university expenses for the next four years."
His laughter intensified, clearly pleased with my thinking. "Clever girl. I did exactly the same thing at your age." I knew exactly what he meant—those "wise investments" he'd made during my childhood. Everyone praised his business acumen, not knowing he had foreknowledge of outcomes.
