The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 57

Sophia gave a slight nod, “Mhm.”

Then she looked up at him, “I’m really sorry.”

She meant it, was genuinely apologizing. She hadn’t thought it through at the time. She was just fixated on the fact that Brandon was on the hunt for Yolanda, and they had finally gotten a lead. It’d be a shame to let that slip away.

She’d known Brandon for years and sort of got the gist of his personality. He might not have the guts to ask those question straight up. So, she figured, why not give him a little nudge in the right direction?

But Brandon’s expression didn’t soften one bit at her apology.

He just looked at her evenly, “You seem pretty keen on me finding Yolanda, huh?”

Sophia was puzzled, “Isn’t that what you’ve been wanting and doing all along?”

Brandon shot her a look and clammed up.

The more puzzled and sincere she looked, the more he felt like he had a lump in his throat. How indifferent must she be to be so gung-ho about helping him find another woman?

“Let’s drop that subject.”

In the end, Brandon closed the topic with that single line.

Sophia obediently nodded, “Okay.”

She didn’t bring up anything about Marian and Yolanda again, and when they got back to the hotel, she headed straight to her bedroom. Brandon watched the door close, stared at it for a good while, trying to squash the emotions bubbling up inside him, and then he finally looked away and went to his own room.

He knew he should be thrilled about getting news of Yolanda.

Every single question Sophia had asked earlier was a roundabout way of helping him confirm whether Marian was Yolanda.

The bracelet he had given her as a child that she still wore, the matching ages, every piece of her story seemed to fit Yolanda perfectly.

The person he had felt guilty about for over a decade was right there in front of him. He should be over the moon.

excitement. Every answer from Marian felt like a heavy stone thrown at his chest, weighing him

less likely it seemed that Sophia could be Yolanda.

second-guess himself, wondering if calling Martin over was a

arrived, whether Marian was Yolanda could be confirmed with a

confirmed, there’d be no overturning it or fooling oneself.

to backpedal on finding out Yolanda’s true identity.

you do if I am her? And what if I’m

ears, and Brandon frowned. He’d never really pondered these questions that now demanded to be dealt with head-on.

he do if

could he

decide what to do,

Brandon was scared to take

between him and Sophia were still up in the air, and the kid’s

dialed

tomorrow. It might’ve just been a mix-up on my part, he said, his voice calm and composed,

for the second time, sounded

to conclusions without being sure, Martin replied, his anger subsiding as he regained his composure, not

“I just think it’s necessary to do

cut him off, “Whether she’s my sister or not, a DNA

was silent for a moment. “I’m

do

a story similar to Yolanda’s, the age fits, she even has the bracelet I gave her back then. But I just have this gut feeling, she’s not Yolanda.”

Martin was speechless.

decisions based on gut feelings,” Martin said, getting up, “I thought you only believed in data and

evidence.”

two decades, and Brandon had never been one to trust

offering an explanation, Brandon said, “If she really is Yolanda, don’t worry, she’s not going anywhere.”

Martin went silent for a moment and then hit the nail on

Brandon didn’t respond.

force you to honor some childhood marriage promise, then don’t be. Those jokes we made

not about that,”