Quinton donned an apron and went to work in the kitchen. He grinned pleasantly and responded, “I’m not the best cook out there. It’s simply that I am mature at a young age. Therefore, I’m accustomed to performing duties like purchasing groceries, cooking, and washing clothes.”

Renee leaned against the wall, staring at the busy but organized man as she wondered how many dinners he must’ve prepared to be this acquainted with cooking.

“Quinton, could you tell me how you survived all these years?” she asked, phrasing her words carefully, afraid that her question might trigger his pain.

The knife in his hand stopped chopping the vegetable, and he pursed his lips without uttering anything.

“If it’s uncomfortable telling me, then you don’t have to. After all, that was in the past, and it doesn’t matter anymore. What matters is the future!”

She could feel that his mood had soured and swiftly shifted the topic.

“It’s fine…”

cutting as he said casually, “I don’t tell many people of my past. To be more accurate,

head and was prepared

this would be a long

was a child because my clothes were always ripped. They were passed down after their original owners decided to discard them. The meals I had were the leftovers that my brother and sister left. After I graduated high school, I was compelled to abandon my studies. Do you know I got first place out of all students in

of this, his pair of eyes turned

people needed a lifetime to recover

was so competitive and desired money, power, and success because he had

that I was a genius. I frequently believe that if I was born in a regular household, I might be a mathematician and not the devil that runs an

terribly sorry!” Renee suddenly

wasn’t the cause of this tragedy, she felt

as if she got double the happiness whenever Quinton

to me? The person who should be apologizing is those who damaged my life and the enemy of the Everheart

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