The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 134 “I told him to head back first, Sophia replied hesitantly.

Brandon's frown deepened, “You let him go just like that, and he left you behind?” Sophia knew he had gotten the wrong idea and hurried to explain, “No, it’s not his fault. | told him my family was coming to take care of me, and that’s why he left.” “Did he actually see any of your family?” Sophia was speechless.

“He bailed without seeing anyone? Isn't that still on him?” “People don’t owetheir tto stick around.” Sophia couldn't help but defend Ivan, though her voice faltered under Brandon's icy stare.

“So, whatever he does, he’s Mr. Perfect in your book, huh?” Brandon said.

Sophia didn’t say anything.

Brandon glanced at the mess on the floor and then at her still somewhat pale face. He hadn't forgotten the painful expression she had when he first cin and saw her hunched over on the floor. Now sitting by the hospital bed, he reached out to touch her forehead, “How did you end up in such a mess?” His palm was still slightly cool from the air.

When their skin touched, Sophia didn’t dare move. She just softly told him, “I got a bit dizzy earlier, lost my grip while grabbing the hot water bottle, and it all ccrashing down.” Brandon looked at her, “Still feeling dizzy?” Sophia nodded hesitantly, “Lying down has made it a bit better.” “Anything else bothering you besides the dizziness?” “A bit nauseous.” Then she added, “But lying down here does feel a lot more comfortable.” As she spoke, Sophia’s hand instinctively pressed against her chest, her elbow hooking a pillow she tried to pull in for a hug.

Brandon saw this and helped her get the pillow, making sure she could rest her head and neck on one end and hug the other.

“Did the doctor cby?” Brandon asked while adjusting the pillow for her.

“Mhm, he did,” Sophia clutched the pillow a bit tighter, “He said it’s just a minor concussion causing sbrain cell damage, a temporary lack of blood and oxygen supply. Nothing serious, just need srest.” Brandon's brows were still knitted in concern. Seeing her discomfort, he pressed the call button on the wall, telling her, “Just close your eyes and rest for a bit, don’t move around.” Sophia gave a soft “mm” and turned to lie on her side, hugging the pillow and burying her face in it. She closed her eyes, and her whole body relaxed significantly.

Brandon pulled the blanket over her and turned to tidy up the chaos on the floor.

Right after he finished cleaning up, the doctor cin.

Brandon stepped forward, “Doctor, can you please check on her again? She's still not feeling well.” The doctor, taken aback by the seriousness on Brandon's face, cforward and gave Sophia a thorough examination, reviewing the afternoon’s CT and MRI reports, blood test results, and other analyses. He confirmed it was the sissue as before and started an IV drip.

Sophia, with the IV in, dozed off but didn’t sleep deeply. Halfway through, she woke up needing to use the bathroom.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Brandon sitting by the bed.

The room only had a chair, which he had pulled close to the bedside table to sit on, leaning his head on his hand, eyes closed. She couldn't tell if he was asleep or just resting his eyes.

The lights in the room were off, but the hallway lights were still on, casting a gentle glow on his handsprofile, softening the sharpness of his features.

His expression was still calm, cool, and somewhat distant.

Even after two years of marriage, Sophia wasn’t very familiar with Brandon's sleeping face.

Usually, she would fall asleep first, and Brandon was the last to bed and the earliest to rise, so she seldom saw him like this.

On the rare occasions when she’d get up at night, she’d wake Brandon by simply moving, as she would be sleeping in his arms, back against him. In his half-awake state, he'd grunt a husky “Awake?” before letting go of her waist and turning on the night light before she even turned around.

So even during her nighttbathroom trips, Sophia rarely saw Brandon so unguarded.

3528222 This Brandon was handsand gave a sense of security.

Though he tended to be cool and aloof, he was always considerate and steady in his actions.

No matter the time, even now after their divorce, Sophia couldn't deny that with Brandon around, she felt an inexplicable sense of comfort and stability.

Just like now.

Sophia didn’t make a sound to disturb Brandon. She carefully propped herself up on the bed, trying not to make any noise, but still managed to rouse him.

Brandon opened his eyes, turned to look at her, and glanced at the half-full IV bag.

“I need to use the bathroom.” Sophia said awkwardly, reaching to push the IV stand, but Brandon intercepted her halfway.

“Letdo it.” “No need, | can manage it.

This was definitely not something she could ask Brandon to help with.

Brandon gave her a look. “How are you going to manage by yourself?” Sophia instinctively looked down, only then remembering the IV needle was in her left hand, and her right hand was injured and couldn't be used.

Suddenly realizing the upcoming awkward situation, Sophia said, “Maybe | won't go now. It's not that urgent.” Brandon glanced at the IV bag, “There are two more bags to go, can you hold it?” Sophia felt like crying. Her bladder was about to burst, and she really couldn't hold it, but even the simple act of pulling down her pants was a struggle.