The Indifferent Ex-Husband: Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate novel Chapter 311

Theresa stepped out of her house and made a beeline for the elevator, but as soon as she reached the elevator, she hit a snag.

Staring at the shut elevator doors, Theresa looked totally clueless and flustered. She gazed at the doors for quite some time, vaguely recalling her mom and Grace pressing a button above.

Her puzzled eyes slowly drifted towards the elevator buttons. She reached out tentatively, barely able to touch them.

Her chubby cheeks puffed out in disappointment, and Theresa turned to check out the fire exit behind her. Driven by curiosity, she pushed the door open, eyed the long staircase with trepidation, wanting to go down but not quite daring to.

Theresa glanced back at the elevator, then at the staircase, hesitated for a moment, but then stepped into the stairwell.

The stairs were a bit tall for her, and she struggled to make her way down.

Theresa only paused for a second before decisively using both her hands and feet, crawling down step by step.

She had no clue where the first floor was or where the underground parking was, just instinctively followed the stairs downwards until there were no more steps, just a door. Pushing it open, she emerged, breathing heavily.

But what greeted her was the dimly lit parking garage, quite different from the bright and bustling main road she remembered with lots of cars zooming back and forth.

Theresa looked around at the scattered cars, a bit lost, her big beautiful eyes slowly scanning the surroundings until they lit up at the sight of the light from the vehicle entrance.

But she didn't know what that place was for, just felt that the bright spot must be like the outside world, so she took off running towards the light.

However, she didn't forget the lesson her mom taught her about walking close to the edge of the road, not in the middle, so despite her clumsy run and struggling to keep the milk bottle bag from sliding off her elbow, Theresa stuck close to the wall.

She ran and paused intermittently, stopping now and then to look around in confusion before continuing towards the light.

There were no guards in the parking garage, just automatic card readers at the gate.

At this hour, there weren't any cars coming in or out of the complex.

Theresa made it out of the garage without a hitch.

The hustle and bustle of the street perked up the tired little girl. The milk bottle bag she was elbowing was a bit big and started dragging on the ground as she grew weary.

Theresa didn't know how to hold it up, so she just lifted her elbow high.

Her pajama pants were getting loose, so she hoisted them up, lifted her elbow, and cheerfully ran towards Brandon's company.