Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 733

After making their pact, the two finished dinner and headed straight for the club.

Sarah Brown, ever the generous one, ordered a whole table of drinks.

She could tell Larry Adams had something weighing on his mind. But since he didn’t want to talk, she didn’t push. Instead, she drank with him in companionable silence.

One round after another, they drank until eventually they were just downing straight from the bottles.

Maybe it was the alcohol loosening him up, or maybe it was the silence pressing in on them, but eventually Larry started to talk.

“My mother’s memorial is coming up,” he muttered. “And what’s The Adams Family doing? Not a shred of guilt—no, they’re busy throwing a birthday bash for that woman instead.”

A bitter, mocking smile twisted his lips. “They’re planning some extravagant party—inviting every big name in Cabinda, all to celebrate her birthday.”

Sarah stared at him, stunned.

She hadn’t realized—his mother’s death anniversary was the same day as his stepmother’s birthday.

And The Adams Family wanted to make a spectacle out of it, throwing a lavish celebration for that woman?

How could they do that to Larry and his mother?

Did they really have no conscience at all?

Anger simmered in Sarah’s chest. She glanced at Larry’s expressionless face, struggling to find the right words to comfort him.

He was obviously the one hurting the most. No wonder he’d seemed off all night.

Larry poured himself another drink, his voice low and rough. “Back then, I believed them. I thought my mother had really almost killed that woman. That’s why I stayed hidden away in Harrisburg for years.

Every year, when her birthday rolled around, I felt so guilty I didn’t even dare visit my mother’s grave in broad daylight.

I always had to sneak there, like I was doing something shameful.

And it went on like that for years, until I found out the truth—my mother never hurt anyone.

It was all their lies. Can you imagine how absurd that is?

The real victim is buried in the ground, slandered and unable to rest in peace, while they celebrate every year like nothing happened.

How ironic is that?

It’s as if they’re saying, ‘Good riddance—now we can celebrate in peace.’”

Sarah felt a knot of anger and sadness in her chest, her heart burning with indignation.

“That’s just vile! What kind of people do that? They’re no better than animals!”

She took a shaky breath, then tried to comfort him. “Larry, don’t let them get to you. People who do such awful things will pay for it eventually. Karma catches up with everyone who hurts others.”

For a moment, Larry seemed lost in thought. Then a cold, steely look flashed in his eyes. “Yeah. They’ll pay.

I’ll make sure of it.”

That must have been drunken nonsense—a slip, probably dreaming about his late mother in his miserable state.

Sarah’s heart softened. She didn’t have the heart to push him away.

Instead, she climbed into the car with him and told the assistant, “I’ll help you get him home. Once he’s settled, you can take me back.”

—

Camila Davis returned to the research institute after her vacation, spirits lifted.

But just because she was in a good mood didn’t mean everyone else was.

The moment she stepped into the lab, Harper Thompson stormed over, seething with anger.

“Camila Davis, was it you who hurt Lavinia Roberts’ hand?” Harper demanded, not bothering with greetings.

Camila met her accusations with cool indifference. “Harper, do you have any proof? If not, don’t go around making wild accusations.”

Harper was already furious; hearing Camila’s calm, unapologetic response only made it worse.

“I heard all about it! You fought with Lavinia, and because you held a grudge, you got your boyfriend to hurt her. You ruined her hand and on top of that, you sabotaged her engagement. Camila Davis, don’t you think that’s going too far? No matter what happened between you two, you shouldn’t go that low. It’s despicable! Or are you just jealous that Ms. Roberts comes from a good family and landed a great match?”

Then, her tone turned mocking. “No wonder the Smiths want nothing to do with you.”

Camila could hardly believe what she was hearing. The way Harper twisted everything, without any sense of right or wrong, was almost laughable.