Chapter 548

"Stop your waterworks." He whispered softly. After a quick glance outside the door, he took a moment before turning back to her, "I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you earlier. This whole mess is my fault, and you're totally caught in the crossfire."

Marian bawled even louder, looking utterly wronged. Martin handed her some tissues, "Dry those tears, will ya?"

Pausing briefly, Marian silently took the tissues and blew her nose with a vengeance.

"You know how much Yolanda meant to us." Martin continued, "And to end up like this is really hitting us hard."

He trailed off, voice faltering.

Sniffling again, Marian finally spoke up hoarsely, "I get it. It's just hard to swallow this turn of events, plus Sophia's my classmate and colleague. It's just a lot.”

Her voice choked up, and she couldn't finish.

Martin fell silent for a while, and then asked, "What's your game plan now?" Marian hesitated, her eyes fleeting towards Louis with a look of reluctance, and then in a low voice she began, "I guess I'll move out."

Martin nodded, "Might be for the best; give us all some space to process this."

Marian seemed taken aback by his quick agreement, giving him a subconscious glance.

her gaze, "I'll find you a place nearby. You can crash there

finish

just nodded

time, she

to Gerald, Rachel and Louis, "Dad, Mom, Grandpa, I'm

a word. He was a bundle of raw emotions, feeling under the weather, and without a word, he got up and

her a reassuring look. She received it with her eyes,

eyelids drooped again, the smile in his eyes

aimlessly, foot heavy on the gas,

determination to clear Sophia's name,

him feeling empty again, lost, clueless about where

and pulled over by the riverbank, his gaze shifting towards the vast

the white jade necklace, dangling it from his fingertips,

with a slow spreading joy, at 22 shocked during an unexpected encounter at class reunion, nervous when their eyes met in her small apartment that night, astonished when he proposed, the countless quiet moments watching him during their marriage, tearfully whispering, "Brandon, let's get a divorce," and the aloof,

a chain of her lonely, unloved

had asked him softly, "Brandon, did you ever really love me?" Before that, during an argument upon learning she was Don's recommended designer, she had asked if he ever

her, deeply,

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