Chapter 268 Seeking Help From Simon

• The soft hum of voices and clinking glasses filled the dimly lit bar as Isaac sat in a booth near the back, his fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim of his half-full glass. The warm amber glow of the lights above cast shadows on the worn wooden tables, and the air was thick with the scent of alcohol and faint traces of smoke. This was his usual spot—quiet, tucked away from the world, a place where he could think.
• He had been coming here for weeks now, seeking solace in the familiar routine of solitude. But tonight was different. Tonight, he wasn’t alone. Across the table from him sat Simon, lounging in his seat with a lazy grin on his face, swirling his drink like it was an old habit. Simon’s presence was both a comfort and a reminder of the complicated history between them. They hadn’t met like this in a long time.
• “Well, well, well,” Simon drawled, leaning back with an amused smirk. “I’m surprised you asked to see me, Isaac. I mean, it’s not like you haven’t been avoiding me for months. What’s changed? Need a partner in crime again?”