The Indifferent Ex-Husband: Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate novel Chapter 616

After saying that, Kent couldn't help but sneak a worried glance at Brandon, whose face, devoid of anger, remained unchanged.

"Mr. Crawley?" He called out again, anxiety creeping into his voice.

"I got it; you can head back now," Brandon finally spoke up.

"What about the school centennial event at West District High tomorrow?" Kent hesitated, "Should we tell President Poe you're feeling under the weather and skip it?"

"No need." Brandon turned slightly, his gaze piercing through the living room to rest on Sophia's photo on the desk, "I'll be there on time."

"Alright." Kent replied softly, "Grace has prepared some food for you; maybe you should eat something."

"I'm not hungry." Brandon cut him off, "You go back now."

"But..." Kent cast a worried glance at his haggard face, “your body...”

"Just go back."

After saying that, Brandon had already closed the door. He walked over to the photo of Sophia on the desk.

His fingertips gently traced her serene and gentle features. He remembered the body in the morgue, distorted beyond recognition, his chest torn open as if an invisible claw was wildly ripping and stirring inside, making every breath he took painfully heart-wrenching.

"Sophia," he called her name in a hoarse whisper.

But that call seemed to rip open all the wounds, causing him such agony that he doubled over. Inadvertently, he knocked things off the desk, and the loud crash startled Kent, who was just about to leave outside.

Rattled, Kent came back, wanting to knock on the door, but his raised hand slowly dropped.

"Mr. Crawley, I'm right outside; just call if you need me," in the end, he could only say through the door to Brandon.

"Alright," a raspy response came from inside, and Kent felt somewhat reassured.

Brandon didn't look at the pages scattered on the floor, but stared blankly at Sophia's photo album that had accidentally been knocked over.

The album was turned upside down, hiding Sophia's face. Brandon stared at the overturned album for a long time, until he finally reached out and picked it up.

Sophia felt an indescribable sense of loss, perhaps because of her high expectations. After sending the design draft yesterday, she couldn't help but check her phone multiple times, and this morning she woke up early, the first thing on her mind was to check for any feedback from Brandon.

But there was none. Sophia didn't know what was going on with Brandon and didn't feel it was appropriate to message him again.

From their brief interactions, she had roughly figured out Brandon's attitude towards the design draft.

If he was interested, he would naturally reach out to her; if not, she guessed that would probably be the last she'd hear from him.

Sophia couldn't quite put her finger on her feelings, but having been given the cold shoulder once before, she quickly adjusted her mindset this time.

She didn't dwell on whether Brandon would reply or not, and instead got ready for the day as usual, then went out for breakfast. She hadn't expected to nearly bump into a man in a hurry as she was about to step into the elevator.

He seemed to be rushing and wasn't watching his path, striding along with the crowd. Sophia had already stepped aside, but it was still a close call as the tall man in a hurry bumped into her.

"Sorry," Sophia apologized instinctively.