Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 442

Dennis Williams had always had a knack for psychology. When it came to reading people, no one could hold a candle to him.

So, it only took a second for him to realize he was being tested.

A flicker of annoyance crossed his eyes.

He hated it when people tried to track his movements, and Cynthia Lee knew that—yet she still did it anyway.

This time, Dennis didn’t bother sugarcoating it. “No need, Ms. Lee,” he replied bluntly. “I’ve got a whole cabinet full of coffee at home, more than I can drink. You keep it for yourself.”

Cynthia Lee felt a pang of disappointment at his response, but she didn’t dare push further.

She was afraid that texting too much would only make him dislike her more, so she forced herself to hold back.

…

The Smith Family.

It was late when Sandra Taylor’s phone buzzed with a video message. It was from her ex-husband.

The footage showed chaos in a hospital corridor. The Smiths were all there, clearly trying to get Lillian back.

Barbara Jones’ voice rang out above the commotion, crystal clear: “Jordan, bring Lillian home!”

Sandra watched the video, her whole body shaking with rage.

The Smiths actually wanted that little fool back? Where did that leave her?

She’d only just moved in! Was Jordan really having second thoughts already?

No. Absolutely not.

If that kid came back, there was a real chance Jordan and Camila Davis might reconcile. And Camila—let’s face it—her status nowadays was nothing like before. If it came down to a fight, Sandra knew she didn’t stand a chance.

Just then, a new message from Alexander popped up: “Sandra, you’re not about to get dumped, are you? So, when am I getting paid?”

Sandra gritted her teeth, furious at his persistence. “Let me warn you, Alex, you’d better behave. If I get outed now, you won’t see a single dime!”

Alexander's reply was flippant as ever: “Well, that’s up to you, isn’t it?”

Sandra wanted to scream. As if the whole Jordan mess wasn’t enough, now Alexander was blackmailing her too.

She needed a solution, fast. She needed to get pregnant—yesterday.

Sandra wracked her brain, but all her schemes depended on Jordan’s cooperation. She couldn’t exactly do it alone.

Her thoughts drifted to her time abroad, and her mind lingered on Daniel. Back then, she hadn’t even planned on keeping the baby.

But the doctor’s words had shaken her: after so many terminations, her uterus was damaged beyond repair. If she didn’t keep this one, she might never have children of her own—never have a child to call her own, ever again.

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