Elara Pov
It's my third day coming here and the same thing keeps happening. I walled out of the restaurant and tried calling some people but they all refused saying that the restaurant owner killed his own son.
“Why are people so gullible?” I muttered to myself and went back into the restaurant tiredly. While I was doing all these the restaurant owner was still making more food even though he knows no one will come but them.
I wanted to go meet him but I stopped myself, I realised that whenever he cooks is the only time he looks very happy. The look he had on his face while he was making the food is like one that is sure that the food will be bought immediately.
“I'm the only one that can help him.” I muttered to myself and pitied him as I watched him do everything by himself. I
