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,

finished up, Brandon's gaze remained

like a

Kent

calmly asked, "What do you think, forcing her to

a family like this, isn't that

question Kent

looking

"Drive me

him

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

simply acknowledged,

far, both properties sitting in the luxurious districts of the wealthy. When the door opened, there was no mustiness as

didn't know that Brandon had visited after Sophia's graduation, nor that he had someone clean it regularly since

at the

Sophia lived there; the

back," Brandon told Kent, without

"Sure."

more. After saying goodbye, he

surveyed the empty

barely find any sign that Sophia had ever lived

a

years of vacancy had

as if those intense, fiery memories were

end, she and he became

help but sneak a peek at Brandon's

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

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

the afternoon, he had plans to

stage, with a ceremony being prepared for the coming days. Concerned about further incidents after the mall mishap, Brandon

the West district, just over an hour's drive on the

design team from

who from the other side was going, but when he got

parking garage, he spotted Sophia waiting

looked uneasy as she caught sight of Brandon,

was their first encounter since

a meeting left Sophia feeling

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

Brandon, but seeing him take the wheel himself, Kent coughed lightly and turned to Don, "Don,

passenger door, not forgetting to instruct Sophia, "Ms. Yearwood, ride with Mr.