The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 532

Kent instantly got why Brandon was keen to keep these folks around and bump

their pay.

When they were clean as a whistle, getting a pat on the back and a salary that was doubled by the big boss wasn't gonna make them want to bail. They couldn't find a gig this sweet anywhere else, and they were all here to make a buck, after all.

Especially with everyone spooked about the bad juju from the beam that kept failing, those willing to roll the dice and give it a shot, well, cash was king for them.

Only someone with skeletons in their closet would think of hitting the road when the heat was on and the cops had got a smoking gun.

"I'm on it," Kent quickly piped up.

Brandon gave a slight nod, didn't say another word, but stayed put. He stood where Sophia had taken her fall the night before, gazing down at the railing, reaching out as if to touch it, his hand trembling before he could lay it down.

Kent, standing behind him, couldn't read his face and, worried, called out, "Mr. Crawley?"

"Go on, I'm fine."

Brandon's voice was steady as he continued to look down at the railing. Finally, his shaking hand slowly gripped the railing, and then tightened, the familiar veins slowly standing out on his arm.

That was the last place Sophia had left her mark.

at the bulging veins on Brandon's arm unconsciously and then at his silhouette, worried but not daring to say more, and

answer came. Kent didn't dare disturb

the horror and helplessness of Sophia being struck and flung into the air, a raw pain surging in his chest, so intense it made

he'd lost her many times before - the never-again goodbyes after high school, the turning away when they divorced, over and over. He thought he'd already lost her

just going back to how things were

up at him, calling him "Brandon" in her uniquely soft voice, it felt like someone

had not been about losing her at all. She

But this time.

grip on the railing suddenly tightened, bending him over in stomach pain. He looked out at the now calm river, remembering those days they'd fought, the

had let you go that

slow murmur rose with the morning breeze, but other than the gentle sound of

"Sophia."

again and again, each time a deeper stab of pain, but he kept on calling like self-torture, more urgent and choked with each call until the pain was too much to

through his limbs. Brandon never

about Theresa? But in all this time, he'd never really spent it, never

arrived following Kent's directions, she saw Brandon from afar, doubled

But remembering Theresa in the hotel trapped

paused but

to the hotel, and she won't wake up. Should we take her to

Grace voiced her concern.

like possessed by the nightmare, crying. She and Susan didn't know what to do, so