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.

A hospital room.

She looked around. The only other person there was a tiny little bundle curled up beside her—Lillian, clutching her shirt with one chubby hand, her cheeks rosy and her whole body soft as a marshmallow Peep.

Camila’s features softened as she remembered what happened—she’d fallen on her way down the hill. Dennis Williams had carried her back. She’d been foggy and barely conscious, and the pain had gotten worse and worse until she’d finally passed out.

Now, thinking about it all, Camila could only sigh. She’d tried not to trouble him, but in the end, he’d still had to help her.

Trying to sit up, she winced as a sharp pain shot through her lower back.

“Ow—” she gasped, freezing in place, half-convinced she’d actually broken something.

After a minute, she tugged up her shirt for a look.

Her lower back was already sporting a massive bruise, swollen and dark.

So much for a gentle tumble.

As she was cursing her luck under her breath, the hospital room door swung open.

Dennis Williams walked in—and the first thing he saw was a glimpse of Camila’s pale, slender back.

She’d pulled her shirt up too high, not expecting anyone to come in, exposing a stretch of skin all the way up to her collarbone…