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

the window, his

Kent finished up,

like a

Kent

didn't turn, just calmly asked, "What do you think, forcing her to

like this,

a question Kent

wasn't really looking for

"Drive me to

him a surprised

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

simply

the luxurious districts of the

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

at

resemblance to when Sophia lived there; the room was devoid

Brandon told Kent,

"Sure."

saying goodbye, he closed the door behind him and

the

even he could barely find any sign that

was a

of vacancy had nearly erased

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

the end, she and he became

Kent couldn't help but sneak a peek at Brandon's office as soon as

days of rest, he seemed much better, and his complexion was no

construction site of the new mall, reprimanding several people responsible. By

he had plans to visit

was about to enter the official groundbreaking stage, with a ceremony being prepared for the coming days. Concerned about further incidents after the mall mishap, Brandon had set

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

was the design team from

side was

he spotted Sophia waiting there

looked uneasy as she caught sight

encounter since that

left Sophia feeling awkward and out of

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

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

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