The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 341

Sophia had to tilt her head back to look at him, her eyes rimming red, not saying a word, just silently enduring his rage.

"Speak up!" Brandon's long fingers tightened on her chin, his eyes blazing, "From the get-go, you never planned on letting me know about our daughter. You had no intention of including me in your lives."

Her throat constricted even more, but she nodded faintly. "Yes."

Her nod brought a twinge of pain to her chin, but he quickly let go.

His eyes, still red, bore into her, a tempest of fury swirling in their depths, a storm of anger so intense it was as if he wanted to strangle her yet was holding back with all his might.

"Don't you feel even a shred of guilt towards me?" His eyes, bloodshot, locked onto hers, his voice eerily calm amid the maelstrom of rage, each word dropping like shards of ice, "Never cared, not even a little bit?"

Sophia bit her lower lip, staying silent.

Brandon's fingers pressed slightly harder. "Sophia, don't make me duke it out with you in a custody battle over our kid."

Tears started welling up uncontrollably in her eyes once more.

She looked at Brandon. "That's the reason."

I supposed to do? I really didn't want her then, I just wanted to be as far from you and your family as possible, to never see you again in my life, so I went to the hospital, I was determined to terminate the pregnancy, I was already on the operating table, but she's my child too, why should I give her up for your family's sake? So I kept her. From the moment I decided to keep her, I never

to raise her on my own. I never thought about finding you again, you were never part of my plan. I just wanted to work at Dempsey Architects for two more years after graduating, and once I had some achievements, I'd take her back home, find a

you have to come looking for me, why did Don have to be an old

cherished and had high hopes

up, taking Theresa and running far away, but this was my career that was finally looking up, something I achieved through sleepless nights of study and work while pregnant, it's the capital I rely on to survive and

you or not. That's why I asked you, when you were taking me to the airport, if you'd thought about remarrying, and you said you would. I'd rather my daughter believe she has no father than to see her dad start a new happy

have a dad's love like any other kid? But every time I wonder whether I should tell you or not, you or your

as if I kept her just to get back into your family. I don't want my daughter to have that misunderstanding, nor do I want her to think her existence is just a tool for

was

with a complex gaze, his handsome face tense, his Adam's apple bobbing fiercely, his grip on her chin

openly and honestly, I told you clearly, I'm leaving,

still somewhat red as they fixed on her, "Sophia, I've told you plainly, I won't let you go, and I sure as hell won't let you

then turned to push open the car

had barely cracked open when Brandon, lunging forward, slammed it shut with a thud,

against him, but he wouldn't

had already captured hers, fingers entwined, pressing her

the moment she was born, when she first lifted her head, rolled over, crawled, walked, spoke... every moment of her growth, it should have been me there with you both. But you've

concerns you have, I will take care of them. These problems didn't build up in a day, and they won't be solved overnight. All I can promise is that the situations you're worried about will never happen. I can't let my daughter