Joanna handed her phone to Quinton.
"That's…" Quinton saw the familiar woman playing the piano enchantingly, and his eyes became watery.
"Give it time, Quinton. I believe that the both of you will surely meet one day." Joanna patted Quinton's shoulder and consoled him gently.
"I'm just glad she's alive… That's all I want," Quinton choked out hoarsely, his voice thick with emotion. After a while of staring at the woman on the screen, he finally calmed down and returned the phone to Joanna. "Joanna, I know you mean well. Don't worry, I've thought a lot about it, and I'll be okay."
"Great! There's no time to grieve-the fort master still has Liam, and Chase is still missing. We didn't even find our parents' murderer, and we have yet to see our family prosper … We must stay strong and hold on." Joanna was forced to pressure him like this so he would be hopeful and motivated again. He did well under pressure, and needed the drive to move on.
