The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 376

Kent didn't dare make another peep.

He had no clue what the tiff between the two was about, and was totally in the dark about Daniel landing in the hospital because of a brain hemorrhage due to Brandon. All he knew was that Daniel was hospitalized, and that was that.

Brandon didn't add any more to the story either. He headed back to his office and had barely plopped down at his desk when Yvonne's call buzzed in.

The second Brandon picked up, Yvonne's voice, thick with tears, hit him, "Brandon, Dad's had another bleed in his brain. He's back in surgery now."

"I got it," Brandon said cool as a cucumber, ended the call, and made a beeline for the door.

Kent had just settled into his seat when he saw Brandon, face all tight, storm out of the office, so he quickly got back on his feet, instinctively ready to follow suit.

"No need to tag along." Brandon stopped him, "Take care of Theresa when she gets back."

"Got it."

Brandon headed directly to the hospital and found himself back in the all-too- familiar waiting game outside the OR.

Patricia was a hot mess, crying her eyes out. When she saw Brandon, she couldn't hold back her emotions and laid into him, blaming him for setting Daniel off that morning.

Brandon gave her an icy stare, and Patricia's outburst quickly shrank back into silence.

Yvonne shot Brandon a worried look. He looked like he was about to blow a gasket, and it wasn't clear if it was because of Daniel's condition or Patricia's tantrum.

"Brandon?" Yvonne called out to him, concern lacing her voice.

"What did the doctor say?" Brandon asked, turning to her.

Yvonne shook her head, "Nothing much, just that they needed to rush him into surgery."

Brandon nodded, not saying another word. But his face was still a picture of misery, miserable like never before.

Yvonne didn't dare disturb him.

Thankfully, Daniel's surgery didn't take too long this time around. The bleeding was still under control, and they didn't need to crack his skull open again; just a simple ventricular puncture.

But his condition was anything but stable.

As he was wheeled out of the OR, the doctor emphasized over and over again how critical it was not to agitate the patient.

"Okay, thank you, doctor."

whispered his thanks to the doctor, watched as Daniel was

the OR, his face a blank slate. No

voice of concern

Brandon grunted, a light response,

this." Yvonne said softly, "Dad's incident was caused by

cut her off, "He reaped what he

up, "I'll leave this with you. Call me

back to the company,

was a fire in his chest, mixed with worry, regret, and a feeling of helplessness, with

his past life to have committed such a heinous act that he was now obliged to be Daniel's

if they didn't even have

one at fault was Daniel, and before Brandon could even confront him, Daniel had

his car windows wide open, letting the

have dinner with Theresa first, saying he had

texted back

place. As soon as he walked in, he made a beeline for the liquor cabinet, and grabbed a bottle and a

Don approached with concern, "Why the sudden

was because of Sophia, but weren't he

"It's nothing."

reply was a terse and steady pair of words, but his actions spoke volumes as he uncorked the bottle, poured himself a full glass, and knocked it back

a second

in after two

the middle of the night and they need you, you can't be

to me

Brandon poured himself another glass and downed it

gulp.

glass down so hard on the marble bar top that the delicate stem snapped clean

looked at Brandon and asked, "What the hell

"He had another

he now?" He

pour another glass, but then he glanced at the broken glass, tossed it aside, took the bottle, and gulped it down straight from the neck, then tossed the bottle away, slumped against the couch, and just sat down on the

him on the floor in front of the couch, not quite sure

over with." Brandon finally spoke, his voice raspy, “But all the years of my upbringing and my conscience tell me that I'm the reason he's in there. His

Your dad's tough as nails," Don patted his shoulder, trying to comfort him. But he