The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

"What's it got to do with her?" Brandon looked at Patricia and asked.

"How can it not be her business?" Patricia was fuming at this point, and she wasn't holding back, "Just the other day she had dinner

with her brother and her dad, no clue what they chatted about, but next thing we know her brother's knocking on our door."

Patricia was even more heated talking about this. "We've kicked him out with the bodyguards a few times before, never saw him

try to force his way in. But this time, who knows what kind of wind Sophia blew in his ear, he even cup with the dirty trick of

dressing up as a cleaner to sneak in, not sure what he's plotting."

"Aaron is Aaron, Sophia is Sophia." Brandon enunciated every word, looking at Patricia, "I'd appreciate it if you didn't always pin

Aaron's screw-ups on Sophia. Aaron's a grown man capable of making his own decisions."

"You can't get two different people from the spot." Patricia was still irate, couldn't help but whip out her phone, pulling up the

photo of Sophia and Haley eating together the other day, and then turned the phone towards Brandon, "Do | look like I'm making

this up? You set up the bodyguards, if you don't believeyou can ask them. Every tAaron cover, didn't he leave politely

after the bodyguards talked to him? If Sophia hadn't said something to him, with his brains, do you think he could cup with the

idea to disguise himself as a cleaner?"

Brandon glanced at the photo, then looked at her coldly. "Just kick the habit of sneakily taking pictures of people. You're invading

their privacy. As for their meeting, it's just a family having a meal together, couldn't be more normal. Please don't project your

biases and filthy thoughts onto others."

With that, Brandon turned and walked away.

Patricia's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, she coldly said to Yvonne.

"lI don't know what kind of love potion that woman fed your brother. She's led your dad to this state, and your brother still takes her

side."

Yvonne couldn't stand it anymore. "Mom, you can't just say that. Sophia has always been out of the picture, and we can't just

blher for Dad's situation. As for her brother, we're just guessing without any evidence. It's not a crfor siblings to have a

meal together."

"What do you know?" Patricia gave her a cold glare. "If it weren't for her, your brother wouldn't be at odds with your dad, and your

dad wouldn't have ended up in the hospital. She's the root of all evil here, why can't we blher?"

"So if you choke on your meal, should you blthe person who invented bread?"

Yvonne mumbled under her breath, then fell silent under Patricia's icy stare, not daring to make another peep.

"I'm going to check on Dad in the ward."

She whispered and quickly made herself scarce.

Having been strictly managed since childhood, she was still a bit afraid of her mom.

When Yvonne got back to the ward, Brandon was still there, staring at the comatose Daniel, lost in thought.

"Brandon."

Yvonne called out softly.

Brandon looked back at her. "You go hfirst, I'll stay with him tonight."

Yvonne hesitated and then nodded. "Okay."

Still worried, she looked at him. "Are you going to be alright here by yourself? How about | take over in the wee hours?"

"No need, you've had a tough trecently, get sgood rest at home."

Brandon said calmly.

Yvonne nodded. "Okay, then I'll cover tomorrow morning to take over."

Brandon nodded. "Tell Mom to go hand rest too."

Patricia had already reached the door of the ward and immediately refused. "No, I'm not going."

She didn't trust Brandon to be alone with Daniel.

Brandon glanced at her but ignored her.

Yvonne didn't dare join the fray, stayed a while longer in the ward, then left.

Aaron, unaware of Daniel's condition, left the hospital fuming, angry at the Crawley family, but even more so at Sophia.

Thinking of how Sophia was looked down upon by the Crawley family made him livid, not out of sympathy but purely because he

thought Sophia lacked self-respect, bringing shto their family, and that's why she was being insulted without the gumption to

fight back.

Fueled by this anger, he headed straight for the small two-bedroom Sophia had once bought.

Unaware that Sophia had sold the apartment and instinctively thinking she could only stay there if she returned to the West

district, he was disappointed to find nobody hafter knocking for ages.

He called Haley directly, asking for Sophia's number, but Haley, still angry about the favor he had asked Sophia for the other day,

chewed him out without giving him the number.

Already seething, and after being berated by Haley out of the blue, Aaron's rage had no outlet. He kicked the door of Sophia's

apartment and stormed off.

Just as he was about to enter the elevator, his phone rang.

Aaron glanced at the display, a number he didn't recognize, and without thinking, he hung up. As soon as the call ended, the

phone rang again, the snumber.

"Who the hell is this?"

Aaron cursed under his breath and picked up the call, irate. "Hello, who's this?"

"Hello, may | speak to Mr. Aaron Yearwood?" ca sweet and coquettish female voice from the other end, very pleasant to the

ear.

Aaron didn't recognize the voice and remained irritable. "And you are?"

"Hi, my nis Yolanda Frost, I'm Martin's sister from the Frost family."

The caller didn't seem to mind his gruffness at all, her voice still sweet and coquettish.

Aaron was taken aback. He wasn't unfamiliar with the nYolanda. Not long ago, in Daniel's hospital room, Daniel had sternly

told him about the girl who was Brandon's childhood friend, sweetheart, and soon-to-be wife, named Yolanda.

But what really got his attention was that Yolanda was Martin's sister, the heiress of the Frost Group, and probably a key player

with decision-making power over the resort project.

He immediately softened his tone and even threw in a smile. "Ms. Frost, that's you? My bad, | didn't recognize your voice there.

Sorry for the mix-up, don't take it to heart."

"It's all good." The voice on the other end, Marian's, was light and cheerful, "Mr. Yearwood, are you free right now? I'd like to invite

you for a meal."

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