#Chapter 298: 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." I took a seat across from him, already feeling the tension. "Quinton, I just wanted to talk, see how you're doing, and maybe gain some insight into what's been happening with Timothy's family." His reaction was unexpectedly cold. "I won't be disclosing anything about Timothy's family, Evie." I felt a surge of defensiveness. "How do you know my intentions? I just want to understand what's going on and support Timothy." Quinton's gaze hardened. "Timothy told me you'd be determined about this. But you need to stay out of