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."

to warn me off, stopping just short of telling me to stop bugging you and Ms. Frost. Yolanda came back too. In that situation, I was carrying your child, what was 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,

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

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

had high hopes for belonged to your

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 raise my child, I need this project, so I had to

I did think about whether to tell 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

You think I feel good about deceiving? You think it doesn't break my heart when I see my daughter clueless about what a father is? You think I don't wish she could have a dad's love like any other kid? But every time I wonder whether I should tell you or not, you or your parents always seem to remind me, in one way or

misunderstanding, nor do I want her to think her existence is just a tool for her mom to marry into wealth. I just want her to grow up healthy and happy, I don't want her to be exposed to the dirty side of your family, is that too much to ask

was almost screaming

complex gaze, his handsome face tense, his Adam's apple bobbing fiercely, his grip on

gaze. "I also wanted to leave openly and honestly, I

voice hoarse but clear, his eyes still somewhat red as they fixed on her, "Sophia, I've told you plainly, I won't let you go, and I sure

emotions nearly snapped, she glanced at him sadly, then

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

against him, but he

already captured hers, fingers entwined, pressing

spent caring for our child, the moment she started kicking, the moment she was born, when she first lifted her

won't be solved overnight. All I can promise is that the situations you're worried