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

night outside the window, his

up, Brandon's

sat like

Crawley?" Kent called

asked, "What do you

family like this, isn't that cruel to

was a question Kent couldn't

wasn't really looking

stood up, "Drive me to

him a surprised

years ago when Brandon trashed the living room and study that Sophia had

simply acknowledged,

the wealthy.

Brandon had visited after Sophia's graduation, nor that he had someone clean it

glanced at

resemblance to when Sophia lived there; the room was devoid

go back," Brandon

"Sure."

dare to ask more. After saying goodbye, he closed the door behind him

surveyed the

barely find any sign

a

years of vacancy had

emptiness that ached, as if those intense,

the end, she and he became

peek at Brandon's office

somewhat restricted his movements, but after two days of

the fallout from a boulder dropping at the construction site of the new mall, reprimanding several people responsible. By the time he was done, it was nearly

the afternoon, he had plans to visit neighboring Zion

approval for the Zenithan-style resort project had come through, and it was about to enter the official groundbreaking stage, with a ceremony being prepared for the coming days. Concerned about further

not far from the West district, just over an hour's drive

the design team

the other side was going, but when he

parking garage, he spotted Sophia waiting there along

uneasy as she caught sight of Brandon, her eyes

was their first encounter since that

meeting left Sophia feeling awkward and out

"Let's go" as he walked past them, picking up his car

the wheel himself, Kent coughed lightly and

this, he confidently pulled open Don's passenger door, not forgetting to instruct Sophia,