The Indifferent Ex-Husband: Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate novel Chapter 188

Don was the first to snap out of it, quickly nudging Cindy with a poke. "Cindy."

Cindy snapped back to reality, "Oh, I will send you Director Yearwood's address, the Fragrant complex."

As she spoke, she whipped out her phone and shot Don the detailed address.

Don quickly passed it on to Brandon, and when he looked up, Brandon's tall, strapping silhouette had already vanished at the entrance of the cafeteria.

Brandon didn't check his phone until he was in the car.

The complex wasn't far from the company, but it was in the opposite direction of his way home.

With a swift twist of the steering wheel, he was off.

It took him less than twenty minutes to get to the complex.

Brandon took a quick look inside.

The complex was sizable, pitched as a mid to high-end living area.

Full of life, with tight security, you had to sign in and out.

Brandon vaguely remembered Sophia living in a similar complex back in Wye City, wondered if it was a habit of hers.

After registering at the guard post, Brandon drove in, following Don's intel to find building 8 tucked away deep in the complex. He parked and took the elevator up to Sophia's floor.

Sophia's place was on the fifteenth floor.

The elevator dinged to a stop on the fifteenth floor.

Stepping out, Brandon took a casual look around - a three-apartment, two-elevator layout with decent hallway decor and good maintenance. Seemed secure enough.

He headed straight to door 1506 and knocked, a steady "thump-thump-thump".

Sophia was lying on the couch with her eyes closed, trying to rest.

She'd just gotten back from the hospital, still feeling dizzy.

MRI came back clear, no issues with her brain or blood vessels - probably just the overtime, late nights, and last night's booze and chill catching up with her.

A walk hadn't helped much. She still felt groggy and under the weather. The tumble she took saving Louis wasn't light either - elbows, knees, and hips had all slammed down hard, still aching, with scraped elbows and knees.