Camila Davis looked at him like he'd just told the world’s worst joke.
Her voice was icy. “Jordan Smith, you really have the nerve to talk to me about custody? Have you forgotten about your little affair while we were still married?”
She scoffed. “And you—how can you even mention this right now? Have you already forgotten what happened on Saturday? Because of you, Lillian had a relapse!”
“I’ve spent months helping her get better, and what do you do? You just show up, desperate to make yourself look like Father of the Year!”
“Do you honestly think Lillian cares about your cheap, fake fatherly love?”
“Camila, watch your mouth!” Jordan shot back, trying hard to keep his cool. “What do you mean Lillian relapsed because of me? That’s not fair!”
But Camila’s anger only grew. She looked like she could tear him apart right there in the school parking lot. “Are you really trying to weasel out of this? If it weren’t for you barging in, Lillian would be back to normal by now!”
“Could you maybe, just for once, think about Lillian? Consider her feelings before you come waltzing back into her life? Even if it’s just because of the tiny bit of DNA you two share, or, I don’t know, for the sake of the late Mrs. Smith?”
“You ignored her for years. Now don’t keep popping up and making things worse! Unlike me, she’s just a kid. She already struggles with mental health—she can’t handle being jerked around over and over!”
Camila’s eyes were shining with angry tears, but she didn’t falter. She pulled out a stack of papers she’d been holding onto, and smacked them against Jordan’s chest. “Here. That’s Lillian’s psychological evaluation. All her case files, too. If you have even a shred of decency left, stay the hell away from us!”
“If you don’t, I’ll see you in court. And this time, you’ll never get to see Lillian again. Don’t test me!”
With that, Camila spun around and marched into the school building, leaving Jordan standing alone on the pavement.
He stared after her for a moment, then stooped to pick up the folder she’d dropped. Watching her disappear into the crowd, he frowned deeply.
He wanted to believe Camila was bluffing. But her anger seemed all too real.
Could it be true? Did Lillian really get worse because of him?
Jordan didn’t want to accept it. He was Lillian’s father, after all. Her illness couldn’t possibly be his fault—or maybe Brown’s, either. This had to be another one of Camila’s games…
But the look Camila had given him just now—he’d never seen such hatred in her eyes. She used to look at him like he was her whole world.
No matter what he did, Camila never got mad at him. She always just went along with whatever he wanted.
But today, the resentment in her eyes made his skin crawl.
How could she have changed so fast?


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