Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 581

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Lucas Smith couldn’t take it anymore when he saw Sandra Taylor being bullied like that. He snapped, his voice echoing through the grand dining room, “Mom, why are you even arguing with her? Just call the cops already! This woman’s trying to hurt Sandra’s baby—she’s practically a murderer!”

He wheeled around and pointed accusingly at Camila Davis. “I’m telling you, Camila, if you think your daughter Lillian is gonna get her hands on the Smith family estate, you’re dreaming! We’d sooner toss it all out or give it to charity than let you two get a single dime!”

Camila Davis, watching this all unfold, remained perfectly calm, as if she’d seen this drama play out a hundred times before. She was almost amused—after all these years, Sandra’s tricks hadn’t gotten any better.

Meanwhile, Sarah Brown just stood there, utterly gobsmacked, staring at Sandra and her son in disbelief. The performance was Oscar-worthy—the tears came right on cue. Sarah finally got a taste of what her best friend had endured, years ago, when these people dragged her name through the mud.

Walter Wilson’s expression grew dark as he took it all in. He, too, saw the echoes of the past—how Camila Davis had once been railroaded by these same people, with no one willing to listen to her side.

Sandra’s go-to tactic—false accusations—was cheap and nasty, but also riddled with holes. Anyone really paying attention could see right through it. But the Smiths? They’d never cared to hear Camila out. Not once.

Walter’s anger simmered just below the surface. He shot a cold look at Jordan Smith. “Mr. Smith, don’t you want to hear what actually happened? Or are you just going to take their word for it? Sarah and I were both here—you don’t even want our side?”

Before Jordan could respond, Lucas butted in, shouting, “What’s the point? You’re all in this together—birds of a feather. Of course you’re gonna cover for her. Why should we believe a word you say?”

Walter ignored him, his gaze steady on Jordan, waiting for the man to speak.

Jordan’s face hardened. When he finally spoke, his voice was icy. “Mr. Wilson, you don’t need to defend her. I trust what I saw with my own eyes. No matter what argument happened, Sandra fell, Daniel was scared—those are the facts.”

He helped Sandra over to a chair and barked at a nearby staff member, “Go get a doctor. Now.”

The server, stunned by the drama, didn’t dare hesitate and rushed off to find help.

Once the server was gone, Jordan turned his glare on Camila. “If anything happens to Sandra’s baby, you’ll regret it. I promise you that.”

The threat in his voice was clear to everyone.

Sandra, weak and trembling, nestled against Jordan, but there was a smug little smile playing at her lips.

Camila almost laughed. She shot back, voice dripping with sarcasm, “Jordan Smith, you always did do your thinking with your pants. No wonder you’re so easily played. Honestly, it’s a waste of breath even talking to you.”