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 expression

Kent finished up, Brandon's gaze remained

like a

Kent called again,

calmly asked, "What do

a family like this, isn't that

a question Kent couldn't

wasn't really looking for one

up, "Drive me

gave him

the marital home of Brandon and Sophia. Since the time two years ago when Brandon trashed the living room and study that Sophia had left behind, Kent remembered that Brandon had never gone back

he simply

the wealthy. When the door opened, there was no mustiness as Kent

Sophia's graduation, nor that he had someone

glanced at

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

back," Brandon told Kent, without looking

"Sure."

After saying goodbye, he closed

surveyed the

even he could barely find

was a curious

vacancy had nearly erased

an emptiness that ached, as if those intense, fiery memories were fading with

she

sneak a peek at Brandon's office as soon

two days of rest, he seemed much better, and his complexion was no longer as tired

dropping at the construction site of the new mall, reprimanding several people responsible. By the time he

plans to visit neighboring

with a ceremony being prepared for the

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

him was the design team from

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

garage, he spotted

looked uneasy as she caught sight

was their first encounter since that

Sophia feeling awkward and out of

happened, Brandon simply said "Let's go" as he walked past them, picking up

for Brandon, but seeing him take the wheel himself, Kent coughed lightly

open Don's passenger door, not forgetting