The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 175

Marian really showed up right on the dot, half an hour later.

Don himself went to greet her.

As the two of them made their way over, Sophia was zoning out by the fire, chin in hand.

Marian spotted Sophia by the fire from a mile away. Out of all the people around, she only knew Sophia, so she was super stoked and called out, "Sophia?"

Sophia looked up at the sound of her name and saw Marian standing in the crowd.

She hadn't dressed up or anything, just rocking a simple burgundy tee with navy blue denim shorts and her hair tossed up in a casual bun. She looked youthful and chill.

Sophia gave her a polite smile in return, just to acknowledge her.

Marian turned to whisper something to Don and then headed towards Sophia with a spring in her step, clearly loving life.

You could tell she was having a good run lately.

Sophia had lost touch with Marian after grad school and didn't really know what

was up with her these days, only heard from Don that she had headed back to the Frost family.

"When did you get back home?"

Marian sat down next to Sophia and hit her with the question, "It's been ages since I heard from you, had no clue you were back in town."

not too long ago," Sophia replied, then turned the

and

at the entrance of the academic building, where everyone was fawning over Marian, and of the old man with white hair. Maybe subconsciously craving that kind of

to mind and, thrilled to have a familiar ear,

there a while longer. But they kept pushing me, throwing around guilt trips about Grandpa's regrets and all that jazz. I felt bad, you know? I hadn't visited in two years, but they were pretty good to me, sent me loads of stuff, helped me out a

"And now look at me, back home and bored out of my mind every day. I'm

What are you up to these days? Where are you

finding her own family as a kid but didn't know where to start and had no means to do it, so she

she was too busy studying and making ends meet to

it.

of the year pregnant and recuperating, with no time

year and a half, without any memories or leads in the vast sea of faces, she got nowhere, even after several fruitless trips to

was way too swamped to look for anyone and had lost

that

strong of a career drive and kinda looked down on design work as

given her a cushy financial cushion, so working was neither here nor there

just smiled, "It's

really admire your tireless

said, genuinely envious of

but didn't

a kid without anyone's protection, running as hard as

the lively chatter turned into hushed, surprised murmurs of "Mr. Crawley?" "Mr.

been idly poking at the fire with a stick, paused

back to what she