The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 554

Brandon scooped her up and pulled her in close, gently patting her back and whispering soothing words, feeling a pang of guilt eating him up inside. He hadn't expected Theresa to wake up in the middle of the night, let alone be freaked out by it.

Before Sophia's accident, Theresa had always slept like a log till dawn. Sophia's sudden exit hit both him and Theresa like a ton of bricks.

Even though she consoled herself in her letter, saying that her stint on earth was perhaps just to repay all the karmic debts she owed, and once squared, she could ascend back to her own world, that wasn't the ending she deserved.

This was the result of someone's foul play.

She would never have willingly cut ties with him and left Theresa to face the world all alone. The moment she decided to bring Theresa into the world, sticking around to see her grow up was part of the plan. But someone's malice had stripped her of that right and robbed Theresa of the happy life she was meant to have.

Brandon's hand, resting on Theresa's shoulder, started to move more slowly, and beneath his lowered eyelids, his eyes turned icy cold.

Kent, standing to the side, caught the sharp chill crystallizing in Brandon's eyes. It was the look of hate pushed to the extreme, of ruthlessness personified.

He knew all too well that the old Brandon, cool and calm as distant mountains and rivers, might be gone for good.

Sophia was the warmth underpinning all his tenderness. With her gone, it was like his soul had been yanked out.

But seeing Brandon now, with that intense ruthlessness in his eyes, Kent would rather deal with this Brandon than the one who was too pained to speak earlier. At least this way, there was something fueling him to keep going.

"Any news from the construction site these past few days?"

Watching Theresa slowly fall asleep on his shoulder with his comforting, Brandon finally spoke up. His voice was still hoarse but carried a hint of venom as he eliberately lowered it.

Kent whispered back, careful not to wake the now peacefully sleeping Theresa, "Everyone's sticking

me the list," Brandon

under the weather and couldn't help but urge, "Mr. Crawley, you should get some rest tonight. Take care of yourself first. I've got people keeping an eye on things; no one's going anywhere. You and Theresa really need

slept. After Sophia's disappearance, Brandon had collapsed twice from sheer exhaustion, a so-called self-preservation mechanism kicking in, but to put it bluntly, he was dancing on the edge of sudden death,

murmured, glancing at Theresa asleep on his chest, then back at him, "You should head

could I have? It's just a phone call, and there's a whole crew

looked at Brandon again, "You rest up,

"No need."

to stay, nor was there a need to. He was well aware of how hard Kent had been

say much when Brandon played the Theresa card, so he nodded, "Then

rest,"

agreed,

leave

Kent looked back, puzzled.

"Thank you," said Brandon.

and sincerely. Kent was momentarily

with emotion. He found himself unexpectedly moved by

managed a strained semblance of a smile in response. He was never one

a mix of sorrow and admiration. After a final "Take care", he left, leaving Brandon alone with

and silence reclaimed the room, that