The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 238

Brandon plopped his phone back onto the coffee table with a thud.

Ever since he bumped into Yvonne that afternoon, he knew an interrogation was coming.

Yvonne had always been a blabbermouth who couldn't keep things to herself.

No doubt she'd be nosy about him hanging out with some random girl. But Yvonne had been scared of him since they were kids, so she wouldn't dare to ask him directly. Instead, she'd run back to her folks for some backup.

Thinking back to the disdain Daniel and Patricia showed when Sophia's name came up, Brandon's face turned icy. The image of Sophia's tears tracing her cheeks flashed through his mind.

"But this ain't about patching up credits. If the shoe doesn't fit, it just doesn't fit. Forcing it on just blisters our feet and leaves us bleeding. Maybe all we need is a new pair of shoes."

Her gentle words echoed in his ears as the scene in his mind switched back to two years ago when she was lying in the hospital bed, her eyes red and swollen from crying. The image was followed by the sight of that yellowed discharge summary in her bag with the words "termination of pregnancy" stirring up a storm in his brain.

The shoes she'd rather give up a child than keep wearing, how could she ever slip them back on.

Kent arrived five minutes later, fashionably late. He missed Sophia but spotted Brandon's injured left palm and right arm.

The blood on his palm was beginning to coagulate, looking rather ghastly.

"Mr. Crawley?"

Kent called out to him, concerned.

Brandon glanced up, "You here?"

But he didn't say much else.

Kent, worried, looked at his hand, "Let me patch you up."

Brandon gave a soft "Hmm" and extended his hand to him, leaning back against

the sofa, looking somewhat exhausted.

Kent glanced around the room before asking, "Where's Ms. Yearwood?"

Brandon replied, "She's gone home."

"Oh."

Sensing Brandon's off mood, Kent didn't dare to pry. He silently grabbed the cotton swabs and antiseptic, tending to the wounds.

Brandon sat in silence as Kent worked, his handsome face turned towards the

outside the window, his expression

up, Brandon's gaze

sat like

Kent

asked, "What do you think, forcing her to

like this,

a question Kent

really looking for

"Drive me

him

the time two years ago when Brandon trashed the living room and study that Sophia had left behind,

he simply acknowledged,

both properties sitting in the luxurious districts of the wealthy. When the door opened, there

after Sophia's graduation, nor that he

glanced at the living

bore no resemblance to when Sophia lived there; the room was devoid of any

Brandon told Kent, without looking

"Sure."

After saying goodbye, he closed the door behind him and

surveyed the

even he could barely find

a curious

had nearly erased

ached, as if those intense, fiery memories were fading with

end, she and

peek at Brandon's office as soon as he

somewhat restricted his movements, but after two days of rest, he seemed much better, and his complexion was no longer

boulder dropping at the construction site of the new

the afternoon, he had plans

resort project had come through, and it was about to enter the official groundbreaking stage, with a ceremony being prepared

far from the West district, just over an hour's drive on the highway, enough time for a

design team from Star

hadn't asked who from the other side was going, but when

the parking garage, he spotted Sophia

she caught sight of Brandon, her eyes

was their first encounter

feeling awkward and out

had happened, Brandon simply said "Let's go" as he walked past them, picking up his car keys, opening the door,

him take the wheel himself, Kent coughed lightly and turned to Don,

he confidently pulled open Don's passenger door, not forgetting to instruct Sophia, "Ms. Yearwood, ride