The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 60

Kent couldn’t fathom why Brandon was getting all worked up over the “winter” thing all of a sudden, but he nodded anyway, “Yeah, just like Sophia’s dad said, I even recorded it.”

As Kent said this, he clicked on his computer, “You bet. She was such a darling, a real heart-stealer since she was tiny, pretty as a picture, all rosy-cheeked. Back then, she must’ve been five or six years old, middle of winter, all alone outside…” Haley’s voice, rough with a hint of booze, slowly drifted from the phone. Brandon cut him off, “Send me the recording.”

“The whole thing? It’s kinda long, want me to edit down to the highlights first?”

“Just send it all,” Brandon cut him off again, “Send it now.”

“Alright.” As Brandon’s right-hand man for years, Kent knew the drill and was always ready. He quickly sent the prepared recording to Brandon.

“Good, go on with your stuff.”

After giving instructions to Kent on the phone, Brandon hung up, pressed his palm on the mouse, and opened the recording Kent had

sent.

He didn’t speed through it. Instead, he just put on his headphones, leaned back gently against his computer chair, and hit play. The recording from Kent’s phone was crisp and clear, without any background noise.

Brandon had been listening with his eyes closed, but when Haley said, “It’s all my fault, when I picked her up back then, I never thought her mom might not like her.” he opened his eyes and looked at the audio playing on his computer. Haley’s denials didn’t stir his gaze or expression, until Kent asked Haley if Sophia was always so sweet and adorable as a child. That’s when a flicker of emotion finally passed through Brandon’s eyes. He stared at the screen, listening to Haley’s hoarse, nostalgic voice recalling the moment he found young Sophia, describing her as five or six years old, in the winter cold, alone outdoors, her little face turning blue from the freeze, not crying or fussing, just hugging her knees, curled up into a ball, with those big eyes staring at him full of terror, not shouting out loud; when he walked over, she asked in a weak voice, “Mister, are you here to take me home?”

his head, his hands crossed on the

also gone missing in the winter, out

conversation in his

of complications, ended up with pneumonia, high fever for days. When she

filled with regret entered his ears, Brandon’s gaze

remember anything, just me.” Haley’s regretful voice echoed in his ears, and Brandon thought of something Sophia had said not long ago, “You

given the question much thought at the time, but if Sophia was Yolanda, whether or not she had those memories,

away. He listened to the entire recording

blank, his mind filled with Haley’s description of a young Sophia. frail, helpless,

very image of young

Brandon longed to see Sophia, eager and impatient.

and he stood up. As he passed through the living room, he bent down to

the way to Sophia’s school,

wind poured in through the wide-open car window, tossing

didn’t bother to close the window, letting the gusts come in wave after wave, his hands steady and skilled on the steering wheel, his handsome face slightly tense, his mind reconstructing the image of a small figure, curled up

from the hotel, just

out, the ancient, echoing sound of the school bell piercing the campus, and groups of young students began, to emerge from the various

the clusters of young students descend the stairs but didn’t see Sophia among