The Indifferent Ex-Husband: Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate novel Chapter 119

Brandon slightly turned his head away, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down intensely.

Without uttering a peep, he spun around to grab the contract from the table, his hands grasping each corner in a top-bottom, left-right motion. "Yeah, I did sign this contract on the fly. But this design proposal, it wasn't just me, alright? The whole design department gave it the thumbs up, unanimously. Everyone's been jazzed about making it a reality, so I played a bit fast and loose, jumping the gun without so much as a by-your-leave."

He snatched up Sophia's hand and shoved the contract into it with a thud. "Here's your contract back, now it's in your court to decide its fate."

With that, Brandon turned on his heel and made his exit.

"Hey." Don tried to stop him in a panic, but the words got stuck in his throat the moment he felt Brandon's icy mug, leaving him to only watch Brandon walk away until he was out of sight. His eyes, filled with concern, then darted back to Sophia.

Sophia was teetering on the edge of a meltdown, tears plopping down as she sat down at the table, hands covering her mouth as she tried desperately to rein in her emotions, but to no avail. The tears came harder and faster, eventually turning into uncontrollable sobs.

With no other options, Don sneakily whipped out his phone and shot a video, sending it Brandon's way with a text.

[You're seriously just gonna walk away like that?]

Brandon sat in his car, staring blankly at Don's message, his finger hovering over the video, tempted to click but then steeling himself not to. He chucked the phone aside, buckled his seatbelt, and was about to floor it when he paused, grabbed his phone again, and played the video.

In the video, Sophia was at the table, crying uncontrollably, her face the picture of despair and helplessness.

Brandon tossed the phone aside again, his throat tight, but then he picked it up once more, unbuckled his seatbelt, swung the car door open, and stepped out. His hand pressed on the electronic lock, and with a "click" confirming the doors were locked, he was already striding towards the restaurant entrance.

Don watched Sophia cry with growing anxiety, repeatedly glancing at the door and then back at her, handing her tissues.

"You alright?" he asked worriedly.