The Indifferent Ex-Husband: Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate novel Chapter 334

Cindy stuttered for ages, spooked by Brandon's gaze, unable to string a full sentence together. Her eyes reddened first, on the verge of bursting into tears any second.

Don, standing nearby, was also taken aback by her reaction and quickly tried to calm Brandon down, "Brandon, you're gonna scare this poor girl out of her wits."

He moved to separate Brandon and Cindy, but before he even got close, Brandon blocked him with an arm.

This time, Brandon wasn't gonna let her off the hook like before.

His eyes, unwavering, kept Cindy in their grip, "Who spilled the beans?"

"I was at the police station across the street last time, handling my residence registration, and I bumped into Director Yearwood registering a kid."

Perhaps Don's presence gave Cindy a sense of security, but she still caved under Brandon's intense scrutiny, spilling everything involuntarily.

Brandon pressed, "When did this happen?"

"End of June."

Cindy trembled out her answer, only to see Brandon's handsome face turn icy. She was filled with fear and guilt, deeply regretting her loose lips that blabbed without thinking.

"Mr. Crawley." Despite her fear, Cindy couldn't help but plead softly, "It's my fault. I wasn't discreet, I let it slip. It's Director Yearwood's private matter, it's got nothing to do with work, please don't hold it against Director Yearwood."

Brandon didn't respond and just walked away.

"Mr. Crawley." Cindy, desperate, burst into tears on the spot, wanting to follow but too scared to move, wishing she could make amends even if it meant dying.

Unable to watch this unfold, Don comforted her, "Don't worry, Mr. Crawley won't make things difficult for Director Yearwood."

Cindy kept crying, overwhelmed with guilt, and suddenly slapped herself, "It's all because I can't keep my mouth shut, it's all my fault."

"Have you lost your mind?" Don grabbed her hand, trying to reassure her, "Trust me, Director Yearwood isn't petty. She wasn't counting on anyone keeping her secrets."

But his words didn't soothe Cindy.

Still feeling guilty, she returned to her office, intending to explain herself and apologize to Sophia, but after looking around, she couldn't find her anywhere.

The lunch she had brought was still untouched on her desk.

"Has Director Yearwood not come back yet?" Not seeing her, Cindy asked Ivan, who was still working, feeling anxious.

"She had some business to take care of and stepped out," Ivan explained, glancing up at her, "You looking for Director Yearwood for something?"

Cindy, her eyes still red, couldn't bring herself to tell Ivan and simply shook her head, "It's nothing."

While speaking, she sat down at her desk, picked up her phone to text an apology to Sophia, but couldn't figure out how to word it. She put the phone down and just stared at the office door, waiting for Sophia to return so she could apologize in person.

Brandon headed straight for the police station across the street to check.

Sophia's registration was still at the small apartment she sold two years ago, which, coincidentally, he now owned.

He brought his ID and property deed to request information on the household registered to his property.

After a short wait, the staff quickly pulled up Sophia's registration.