Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 171

Otherwise, why else would it have taken The Smiths so long to call after Lillian’s accident?

Most likely, after she left, they just went back to fussing over the party, terrified of embarrassing The Smith Family name.

Her best friend was fuming, cursing under her breath the entire drive, and only stopped when they finally pulled up to The Smith Estate.

They got out and made a beeline straight for the banquet hall.

By now, Mason Smith’s birthday bash was winding down.

The place was buzzing with laughter, everyone enjoying the lavish spread—roast beef, mashed potatoes, even the dessert table was still getting a workout.

The Smiths were at the head table, chatting it up with the guests, looking like nothing in the world could bother them. Not one of them seemed remotely concerned about what had happened to Lillian.

Camila Davis’s eyes were icy, her anger barely contained.

What really set her off was seeing Sandra Taylor and her son cozied up, sitting right next to Barbara and her husband, all smiles and small talk, like nothing ever happened.

It was as if Lillian’s episode meant absolutely nothing to them.

Sarah Brown nearly exploded right there. “Are these people even human? Lillian went through all that, and they’re still shoveling prime rib into their mouths?”

Camila didn’t say a word. Her face was set in stone as she stalked over to the head table.

Lucas Smith spotted her first and immediately barked, “Camila Davis, what are you doing back here now?”

Barbara Jones and Mason Smith both shot her annoyed looks.

“Didn’t you already take Lillian home?” Mason asked, frowning. “Are you here to cause another scene?”

Camila’s stare was cold as steel, her voice sharp. “My daughter got shoved into a pit, and you think I’d just let that go?”

She fixed her gaze on Barbara. “I never imagined that after seeing your own granddaughter fall like that, you’d just sit here, laughing it up with the family of the boy who did it. And you, Sandra—how can you act like nothing happened?”

Barbara’s eyes darted away, guilt flickering across her face.

But Lucas snapped, “Camila, stop making wild accusations. Did you actually see Daniel push Lillian? Or are you just here to stir up trouble?”

Camila felt her blood boiling. She wasn’t going to waste words on him.

She locked eyes with Daniel. “Hand him over. If his parents won’t teach him right from wrong, then I’ll do it myself. Lillian deserves justice.”

Camila’s anger was white-hot, her tone like ice. “I’m not letting this go. Daniel needs to answer for what he did—right now.”

Sandra refused, and the Smiths stood their ground.

That’s when Jordan Smith walked back in, just returning from the restroom. He immediately sensed the tension, saw Camila facing off with the rest of the family, and hurried over.

Barbara leapt to complain, “Jordan, she’s causing trouble again. Get her out of here before your father’s birthday is completely ruined.”

Camila gave him a cold, dismissive glance. She wasn’t intimidated by his presence.

What difference did it make if Jordan was here? Nothing was going to stop her from standing up for Lillian.

Jordan caught her glare, but didn’t seem fazed. He went straight to business. “Why didn’t you answer my calls? Where’s Lillian? Is she alright?”

“Oh, now you care?” Camila shot back, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Jordan, if you’d cared even a little about Lillian tonight, you wouldn’t be sitting here with that little troublemaker like nothing happened.”

Jordan frowned. “I kept him here so he could apologize to Lillian…”

He turned, eyes hard, to Daniel. “Daniel, you screwed up tonight. You took Lillian out back, she fell into the pit, and you scared Camila half to death. Don’t you think it’s time you did the right thing?”