The Indifferent Ex-Husband: Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate novel Chapter 181

"Hey there, is this Ms. Yearwood?"

A strange male voice came through the phone, mingled with faint background music.

Sophia frowned in confusion but responded lightly, "Speaking, who's this?"

"Some guy here's got a bit too sloshed and isn't feeling too hot. I think he was trying to call you just now. You wanna come pick him up? We're about to close up shop."

Sophia fell silent.

She glanced at her phone instinctively, making sure the call was indeed from Brandon and not some scam.

The word 'sloshed' and Brandon just didn't mix.

The Brandon she knew was all about control and discipline. Forget getting hammered; he was a one-drink wonder at most.

She couldn't even picture a smashed Brandon.

"Hello?" The voice on the other end broke her train of thought with a polite nudge.

Sophia snapped back to reality, "What's wrong with him?"

"Seems like he's tipsy and feeling under the weather, just slumped over the table resting, won't respond when called," the voice replied with an edge of urgency.

"Switch to video call, will you?"

Sophia said as she hung up the call.

The guy on the other end sent a video call soon after.

When Sophia connected, she instantly saw Brandon, resting with his hand propping up his chin at the table, his brows knitted in discomfort. He still wore his black suit from the evening, and an array of empty bottles littered the table in front of him, a clear sign he'd had quite the fill.

But though he was plastered, there wasn't a hint of messiness about him. His pained expression was there, yet his features remained cool and collected, not betraying the slightest sign of drunkenness.

The waiter holding the phone nudged Brandon's shoulder, "Sir?"

Brandon just winced in pain, giving no response, as if trying to endure some physical discomfort.

"See, he's just like this," the waiter's voice came through, laced with concern. "Calling him does nothing, no idea what's up."

Sophia got to her feet without thinking, "Where's your place? Send me the address."

She grabbed her keys from the entryway and headed out, saying, "Keep an eye on him for me. If anything seems off, call an ambulance straight away."

"Will do."

The conversation ended with those words.