The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 765

Aaron was probably asking the security guard for directions to their building. Brandon caught sight of the guard pointing the way

toward where they lived.

Aaron thanked the guard profusely and even offered him a cigarette. He was always smooth in matters like this, never missing a

beat when it cto social niceties.

The guard, delighted, accepted the cigarette and enthusiastically gave Aaron even more detailed directions.

Brandon's brow furrowed deeper. After pulling his car to the curb, he got out and strode straight toward the two men.

The guard was quick to notice him. “Mr. Crawley!” he called, and then gestured at Aaron. “This gentleman was looking for you, sir.”

Then, turning to Aaron with a friendly smile, he added, “Here's the man you were asking about.”

Aaron's face lit up with delight. He grinned so wide his eyes nearly disappeared and waved the bags he was carrying at Brandon.

“So you really do live here, huh? When | first saw the neighborhood, | almost thought | had the wrong address.”

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He'd always assumed that Brandon, with his wealth, would be living in sgated mansion or luxury penthouse. This place didn’t

seem like the kind of neighborhood someone like him would choose.

Brandon looked at him coldly. “What do you want?”

Aaron still wore that cheerful, unbothered smile, undeterred by Brandon's icy tone or the fact that he'd specifically told him not to

call him “brother-in-law” the day before. “You saved Betty yesterday, and | didn’t get a chance to thank you properly. So | cby

today just to show my gratitude.”

Brandon's expression hardened. “Who told you | lived here?”

Aaron hadn't expected the question and was caught off guard. “Oh, well... | just asked around,” he said with a smile, trying to play

it off.

Brandon's gaze sharpened, hawk-like. “Who?”

Aaron hesitated, his smile faltering for a second as he stammered, “Just... sfriends, you know.”

Brandon regarded him thoughtfully.

Brandon remembered that after Sophia’s accident, his own father, Haley, had oncee to the house, saying he'd asked around

to find the place. Back then, lost in grief, Brandon hadn't questioned too deeply who had given out the address.

Haley, for all his weaknesses, had always been cautious about Laura and Aaron, and likely wouldn't have told them where Sophia

was living without good reason. Judging by Aaron's evasiveness now, it probably wasn't Haley who'd tipped him off.

Perhaps to avoid more questions, Aaron hastily shoved the bags at Brandon, still smiling. “Brother-in-law, really, thank you so much

for last night. If it weren't for you, who knows what might have happened to the kid. These gifts aren't much, but they're a token of

my appreciation. Please, you have to accept them.”

“No need,” Brandon replied coolly. “I appreciate the thought, but you can go now.”

He turned to leave.

Aaron hurried to keep pace, gifts in tow. Brandon was just about to call out to the security guard when, glancing up, he suddenly

spotted Sophia in the courtyard, playing with Theresa. He froze mid-step.

Sophia hadn't noticed them. She was entirely focused on Theresa, who was running and laughing with the other children.

Without warning, Brandon grabbed Aaron by the arm—the one holding the bags. e with me,” he said, not giving Aaron a

chance to protest. He marched him to his car, opened the back door, and all but shoved Aaron inside. Sliding into the driver's seat,

Brandon pulled the seatbelt across Aaron with one hand, shifted the car out of park with the other, and sped out of the

neighborhood.

“Brother-in-law, where are we going? Aren’t we going to your place?” Aaron asked, puzzled, glancing around, unable to guess what