Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 352

He was probably used to whatever she was like by now, wasn’t he?

With that thought, Camila Davis quickly collected herself.

She rolled out of bed and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. When she stepped into the hallway, she spotted Sarah Brown and Lillian at the dining table.

The two of them were munching on bagels and sipping orange juice, clearly admiring something on the table.

Camila’s curiosity got the better of her. “Hey, what are you two looking at?”

Sarah looked up, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “Come over here and check this out!”

Camila raised an eyebrow and walked over. The moment she saw, she couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, it’s Lillian’s drawing? Is it finished already?”

She took a moment to really look at it, smiling genuinely. “Sweetie, this looks amazing!”

Lillian beamed at the compliment, grinning up at her mom. “Uncle Dennis helped too…”

“Uncle?” Camila asked, a little surprised. “Dennis Williams?”

“Yep!” Lillian nodded, her little finger pointing to a few details on the page. “Right here!”

Camila hesitated. “Did you two work on this last night?”

“Uh-huh!” Lillian nodded again.

Sarah immediately leaned in, eyes wide with gossip. “So, rumor has it Mr. Williams carried you home last night. What’s up with that? Weren’t you at that conference? Why was he the one bringing you back? The two of you…”

Camila waved her hands, cutting Sarah off before she could run wild with ideas. “Mr. Williams was at the conference too. I just… had a bit too much wine, got dizzy, and he brought me home. That’s it! Stop with the wild theories.”

“Oh, so that’s all it was…” Sarah’s disappointment was obvious.

Camila couldn’t help but laugh. “Yes, that’s all!”

Sarah let out an exaggerated sigh. “How boring.”

Dropping the gossip, she turned back to her scrambled eggs and bacon.

On the drive over, her phone lit up again—an unknown number. She declined it, but it rang again almost immediately.

This time, she answered.

Jordan Smith’s voice came through, cold as ever. “Camila, I’m Lillian’s father. Divorce or not, I have every right to see my daughter. You can’t stop me!”

Camila let out a short, sharp laugh. “Are you serious? I never said you couldn’t see her. Legally, you’re right—but you have to respect Lillian’s wishes. She doesn’t want to see you right now.”

Jordan’s voice rose, anger simmering. “And I suppose you put her up to this?”

Camila’s temper flared. “Unlike you, Jordan, I actually teach Lillian right from wrong. If she doesn’t want to see you, maybe you should look in the mirror and ask yourself why. Remember what you’ve done to make her so disappointed? Lillian’s not that shy, quiet kid anymore—she’s smart, she knows what’s good for her. She remembers who’s hurt her. You and your precious Smith family can stop treating her like she’s clueless, alright?”

She finished with a bitter laugh and hung up before he could say another word.

On the other end, Jordan Smith clenched his phone, face dark with frustration. He refused to believe that Lillian could really push him away like this. No matter what, she was still his daughter—there was no way blood ties could break that bond.

But he wasn’t giving up. Jordan decided he’d wait outside, hoping she’d change her mind…