Chapter 297 Whatever It Takes

• The quaint café bustled with the hum of conversations and the aroma of brewing coffee as I entered during my lunch break. Quinton sat at a corner table, his gaze fixed on the street outside. As I approached, I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that our conversation would be far from easy.
• "Hey, Quinton," I greeted, attempting to break through the cold atmosphere that surrounded him. "How are you holding up?"
• He looked up, his expression unreadable. "I'm surviving."