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,

Kent finished up, Brandon's

like a statue,

Kent called again,

just calmly asked, "What

family like this, isn't

was a question Kent

wasn't really looking for

"Drive

him a

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

simply acknowledged,

the luxurious districts of the wealthy.

Sophia's graduation, nor that he had someone clean it regularly since

glanced at

there; the room

Brandon told Kent, without

"Sure."

to ask more. After saying goodbye, he closed the

the empty

just Kent, even he could barely find any sign that Sophia

was a

years of vacancy had nearly

ached, as if those intense, fiery memories

the end, she and

a peek at Brandon's office

after two days of rest, he seemed much better, and

new mall, reprimanding several people responsible. By the time he was done, it was

plans to

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 incidents after the mall

was not far from the West district, just over an hour's drive on the highway, enough time for

design

the other side was going, but

spotted Sophia

caught sight of Brandon, her eyes

first encounter since that

Sophia feeling awkward

past them, picking up his car keys, opening

wheel himself, Kent coughed lightly and

Don's passenger door, not