The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 88

Brandon knew Sophia hadn’t actually dropped out of school.

A few days after he returned to his home country, Sophia had Susan relay a simple “thank you” to him. Threatening to quit school was just her way of pushing him into a corner, risking her own future.

She was willing to bet on it, but Brandon wasn’t about to roll the dice with her.

Although he was peeved that Sophia had applied to college behind his back, excluding him from her future plans, Brandon was well aware of her brilliance and knew that further education was her dream.

She had already given up an opportunity once for their child, and this time, Brandon couldn’t gamble with her future.

He didn’t want to be the executioner of her lifelong regrets.

Sophia’s decisiveness and efficiency in handling things were leagues beyond his own.

Her future was her rock, her anchor that she clung to for security, and yet, to force him to back off, she chose to let it all go without a second thought.

The ease with which she had once given up on her child and her future was a testament to how resolute she was in letting go of their marriage.

Brandon’s eyes grew colder as he stared at the calendar

For the past two years, he hadn’t pried into her life. Work had consumed him completely. He thought that leaving each other alone was the ultimate form of respect.

His hand flipped the calendar face down on the desk as he shifted his gaze to the computer screen, his mind fixated on the date circled in bold red ink, “June 30th, just two days away

on the ties between him

least before her graduation, he knew where she was,

the school gates, she would vanish into the sea of

the rest of

out

aglow with thousands

cold.

to the home he shared with Sophia in those two years. The house wasn’t sold

to another apartment near his company.

two years. Brandon hadn’t even bothered to have someone clean and maintain it regularly.

he shut down the computer, stood up, grabbed his sult

and promptly stood up with a sharp eye. “Mr. Crawley, are you

Brandon

figure. A Brandon not working overtime was

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to his old

expression was blank, unsure why he was going back, what the point

just like his marriage with Sophia, sealed by the dust of

of the door, Brandon didn’t immediately unlock it. Instead, he stood there, head slightly tilted

opened, and a lady in this neighbourhood emerged, spotting Brandon. Tentatively, she called out, “Mr.

conversation, surprised. “Is that really you?

two apartments per floor, encounters between neighbors were rare. But the lady, having lived in a close–knit community in a small town in her younger days, was used to the warm neighborliness. She used to greet them warmly, even if their interactions were brief. Now, she

her warmth, Brandon offered a polite smile as