Chapter 294 Ch Two Hundred And Ninety Four

• Seated at the far end of the luxurious bar in the back corner which was cloaked with dull-colored lights that barely lit up the place, was Martin, whose table was set with a bottle of whiskey while holding a half-filled glass in his hand that tilted pitifully to the side.
• The bar was half-empty just the way he needed it, while a piece of soft jazz music played in the background, like it knew not to cheer him up. He wasn’t there to drink.
• The ice in his glass had melted long ago into the amber liquid beneath it, and he hadn't noticed, because he was lost in deep and emotionally overwhelming thoughts that sat heavily upon his heart and were trying to drown him.