Chapter 220

Sophia was sitting right across from Brandon and caught sight of his cool, handsome face, which made her involuntarily press her lips and get all uptight.

Ivan, sensing the shift in Sophia's demeanor, leaned in, concern written all over his face, and whispered, "What's up? Feeling under the weather?"

His voice was so low that only Sophia could hear him, while others just noticed the worry he couldn't hide as he looked at her.

Don glanced at Ivan and suddenly started doubting his own judgment. He couldn't help but turn his gaze towards Brandon.

Brandon seemed oblivious to the attention, his focus already on the stage that was getting prepped, his expression serene. But those fingers pressed against the teacup.

Don caught a glimpse of his knuckles turning white and once again couldn't resist looking over at Sophia.

Sophia, with her eyes downcast, didn't dare look in Brandon's direction and just gave Ivan a polite shake of the head, "I'm fine."

After that, she picked up her teacup and took delicate sips. The whole table was steeped in an odd tension.

Luckily, the ribbon-cutting ceremony was about to start.

Zachary, after schmoozing with some folks nearby, turned to invite Brandon to join him on stage.

Brandon nodded slightly and followed Zachary up. Ivan was also called to the stage.

When Brandon stood up to leave, Don clearly saw Sophia breathe a sigh of relief, her fingers relaxing slightly on her teacup.

Sophia,

gave an awkward smile,

to be embarrassed about." Don said with a laugh, "I've known him for years and hardly anyone can be themselves around him. He's been

we were kids, which is why he barely had

smile froze a bit as

at the front, greeting the others with

his presence was

"So, do you get why little Yolanda was different for him? She was the only one who wasn't afraid of him and always stood by his side, come hell

turned to her, perhaps reminiscing about the young Yolanda or something else,

every day, talking to him, cheering him up. If he didn't want to talk, she'd just sit with him in silence. If he refused to eat, she'd starve with him. If anyone dared to

spoke, he noticed tears shimmering in Sophia's eyes, her face looking like it was behind a

called out to her,

an awkward smile, and hesitated before

"You didn't

shook her head, embarrassed, "We never talked about

mean to tell me you don't even know Patricia isn't his biological mom?"

deepened, but she still

or Brandon. She knew that Brandon and Patricia weren't exactly the picture of mother-son closeness, but she chalked

wasn't one to talk about his family, and neither was she, especially knowing full well that her own family was a mess and

and the occasional holiday visits for a meal, they

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