Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 53

Jordan Smith didn’t take her words seriously at all.

“Camila Davis, I get it, you’re a doctor. But honestly, when it comes to psychology, you’re not the expert—Ms. Lewis is! Listen, you’d better stop meddling, or you’re just going to make things worse for Lillian.”

As the two argued in the living room, Lillian came down the stairs clutching her tiny potted succulent and her favorite stuffed fox.

Jordan, still fuming, strode over with his long legs, heading straight for the little one.

Camila realized exactly what he was about to do and quickly called out, “Jordan Smith, don’t you dare—”

But it was already too late.

Jordan took the plant from Lillian’s hands and turned to toss it into the kitchen trash can.

Camila rushed forward, grabbing the pot before he could let go, her voice low and cold, “Jordan, Lillian loves this plant. You can’t just throw it out like that—did you even stop to think about her feelings?”

Jordan froze, glancing down at his daughter.

The little girl looked up at him, wide-eyed and trembling, like a startled fawn. She hugged her stuffed fox tighter, clearly distressed.

Jordan exhaled sharply, forcing himself to let go of the pot. He crouched down and spoke to Lillian, “Honey, you need to listen to Ms. Lewis. She’s here to help you get better, okay? No more playing with these things, you understand?”

His tone left no room for argument.

Lillian shrank back, obviously upset.

She didn’t like that mean Ms. Camila.

But she also wanted to be a good girl…

Camila shot her a withering look. “I’m her mother. If I don’t have that right, who does? You call yourself a psychologist and don’t know the basics of consent and parental rights? Here’s the deal: not only do I have the right to see everything, I can have your prescriptions evaluated for malpractice. And if I find a problem, I’ll call the authorities so fast your head will spin. Try me.”

Her words were sharp and unyielding.

Nora’s heart skipped a beat. She stared at Camila, unnerved. Just a few days ago, this woman was timid and hesitant—now she was downright fierce.

Nora tried to save face. “So what, you’re refusing my treatment again?”

Camila didn’t waste breath. “Either hand over your therapy plan, or get out.”

“Fine!” Nora snapped. “Let’s see how you explain this to Mr. Smith!”

With that, she spun on her heel and stormed out, the front door slamming behind her.