Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 743

Daniel stood alone in the hallway, his small frame trembling. Bruises and welts covered his skin—there was hardly an unmarked patch left.

Every time his mother suffered at the hands of that old man, Daniel became the next target. Whenever the man was in a foul mood, Daniel felt the sting of his fists.

Fear and resentment clouded Daniel’s eyes. All of this—he blamed Lillian and her mother. If not for them, Dad Jordan wouldn’t have abandoned him. They used to love him, all of them. It was all their fault. All their fault.

If anyone had seen Daniel’s face at that moment, they would have been unsettled by the darkness in his gaze. Was this really the look a child his age should have?

While Sandra Taylor was still entangled with Ableson Thompson, Jordan Smith had already slipped effortlessly into the upper crust of Cabinda society.

Sure, the scandal from his affair had stirred up quite a storm, but the Smith family remained the wealthiest in Harrisburg and one of the nation’s top dynasties. Not to mention Jordan Smith’s cunning in the business world—no amount of gossip could truly tarnish his reputation among the elite. To them, his misdeeds were merely proof of a roguish charm, nothing more.

In fact, everyone was still eager to collaborate with the Smith Group. After just a few days of public appearances, Jordan had already found his place in these social circles, thriving as if he’d always belonged.

Walter Wilson dropped by one afternoon, but since Camila Davis was swamped, she asked Sarah Brown and Larry Adams to have dinner with him instead.

Sarah, well aware of Jordan Smith’s arrival in Cabinda, could barely hide her contempt during the meal.

Sarah couldn’t help but laugh at their hasty protests, but her anger lingered. She took a long sip of tea, then set the cup down with a thud. “Isn’t it something? Jordan Smith gets forgiven in a heartbeat, but they can’t stand Camila. High society? More like a den of snakes. They wouldn’t know right from wrong if it bit them.”

She clenched her fists, voice rising with each word. “Camila’s smart, accomplished, and she’s the real victim here. But from the moment she set foot in Cabinda, all they’ve done is mock her and tear her down.”

She remembered the gala she’d begged Camila to attend—the one where their so-called peers had humiliated her at every turn. Even Jonathan Allen had the nerve to insult her. The memory made Sarah’s blood boil. “Bunch of hypocrites.”

This time, Larry didn’t argue. He sighed, agreeing wholeheartedly. “The truth is, the world’s always been a little kinder to men.”