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.

the bulging veins on Brandon's arm unconsciously and then at his silhouette, worried but not daring to say more, and simply nodded, "Alright, Mr. Crawley, make sure you

Kent didn't dare disturb Brandon any

struck and flung into the air, a raw pain surging in his chest, so intense

losing Sophia could hurt like this. He thought he'd lost her many times before - the never-again goodbyes after high school, the turning

how things were before; no one was indispensable in this

Sophia, without her quiet, dimpled smile looking up at him, calling him "Brandon" in her uniquely soft voice, it felt like someone had gouged

the past had not been about losing her at all. She had just been away for a while,

But this time.

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

let you go that day,

other than the gentle sound of the wind over the

"Sophia."

and again, each time a deeper stab of pain, but he kept on calling like self-torture, more urgent

Brandon never knew time

future without her return. What was he supposed to do; what about Theresa? But in all

following Kent's directions, she saw Brandon from afar, doubled over in pain against the

ache for no reason, and she didn't dare to disturb him. But remembering Theresa in the hotel trapped in a nightmare, crying and unable to wake, she

paused but

back to the hotel, and she won't

Grace voiced her concern.

her depth; Theresa was like possessed by the nightmare, crying. She and Susan didn't know what to do, so they had no choice but to