The Indifferent Ex-Husband: Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate novel Chapter 577

When the black Cayenne screeched to a halt in front of the troubled overpass, Brandon had already stepped out of the car with a stony expression, marching to the rear door to yank it open. Bending over, his hand snapped accurately onto Marian's arm.

Marian was petrified, frantically shaking her head and struggling, refusing to get out of the car. But did Brandon care whether she wanted to or not? He wasn't even worried about dislocating her arm. His grip was like a vice on her shoulder, and with a sudden forceful move, he hoisted her right out of the car.

"Help, somebody help me!"

Marian's instinctive scream only fueled Brandon's rage. His grip on her shoulder tightened in a flash.

Bone-crushing pain shot through her. In the biting cold of winter, Marian was sweating bullets from the pain.

Brandon didn't loosen his iron grip; instead, he just stood there, staring at her with bloodshot eyes, his gaze savage and bloodthirsty.

"She didn't even have a chance to cry for help!"

Brandon's eyes were locked on her as he spat out each word with icy detachment, his grip intensifying once more, as if he wanted to crush her bones to dust.

Marian's face went white with pain, so intense she couldn't even make a sound, yet she looked at Brandon with a mix of grievance and innocence, "What does this have to do with me?"

"You think without evidence I can't touch you?"

A cruel smile curled the corner of Brandon's mouth, and with a sudden push forward on her shoulder, he dragged her towards the steps of the overpass.

Marian had no clue what Brandon had planned, only imagining that he might throw her off the bridge, just like Sophia had been. Pure terror and the instinct to survive made her scream for help, "Help! Help me. mmm."

Her cries for aid were abruptly muffled by the coat stuffed into her mouth. Brandon, mercilessly, stuffed the hem of her coat into her mouth, pinning her hands securely.

She couldn't break free, she couldn't run, and she couldn't scream. A paralyzing fear of death gripped her.

Tears of panic spun in Marian's eyes as she shook her head vigorously, trying to awaken some sense of reason in Brandon. But Brandon was unmoved, emotionless as he hauled her step by step toward the top of the overpass.

Don and Martin, who had finally caught up, looked up to see Brandon emotionlessly dragging Marian up towards the bridge. His whole demeanor was chilling and bloodthirsty, like a harbinger of death straight from hell, his actions cold and decisive. He was clearly out for blood.

"Brandon!" Don didn't even bother to park properly before he flung open the car door and chased after him, "Don't do anything rash; what's killing Marian going to solve? Can you really bear to have Theresa lose her mother and then her father?"

"Yeah, Brandon, cool it. What you're doing is only going to hurt those who care and please the haters," Martin jumped out of the car and shouted at Brandon.

But Brandon, as if blind and deaf to them, continued to drag the desperately resisting Marian onto the bridge.