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.

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

the less likely it seemed that Sophia could be

even started to second-guess himself, wondering if calling Martin over was

arrived, whether Marian was Yolanda could be

there’d be no overturning it or fooling

to backpedal on finding

will you do if I am her? And what if I’m not?”

earlier retort echoed in his ears, and Brandon frowned. He’d never really pondered these questions that

would he do if

could he

him to decide what to do, but that Sophia would have already made her choice.

was scared to

him and Sophia were still up in the air, and the kid’s destiny was unknown.

dialed Martin

might’ve just been a mix-up on my part, he said, his

time, sounded

you’re always careful, aren’t you? You never jump to conclusions without being sure, Martin replied, his anger subsiding as he regained his composure, not letting Brandon off the hook

just think it’s necessary to do some more digging

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

a moment. “I’m afraid

“What do you mean?”

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

Martin was speechless.

Martin said, getting up, “I thought

evidence.”

Brandon had never been one to trust anything intangible, including gut

“If she really is Yolanda, don’t worry, she’s not going

and then hit the nail on

Brandon didn’t respond.

promise, then don’t be. Those jokes

about that,” Brandon flatly denied.