Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 799

This was something both husband and wife cared about deeply.

There was no way they could ignore it.

But the truth was, neither of them was used to such formal occasions. Afraid of causing trouble for their daughter, they turned to Mr. Morris for advice.

Once Mr. Morris heard about their concerns, he personally brought them along.

Still, unfamiliar with the situation and not wanting to draw attention, the three of them kept to a quiet corner as soon as they arrived.

After all, they were just ordinary people—situations like this didn’t come naturally to them.

What they didn’t expect was to witness the unfolding scene.

All around, they saw people casting judgmental glances at their daughter, heard the sneering words, and felt waves of hostility unlike anything they’d ever experienced.

To a mother, witnessing all of this was unbearable—her eyes brimmed with tears, her heart aching for her daughter.

Jerry Davis felt the same. His fists were clenched tight, fury burning in his gaze.

They might not be from a wealthy family, but Camila was their only daughter—their precious girl, cherished since birth.

How could people treat her this way?

Jerry’s chest tightened with anger, and he nearly stepped forward to intervene, but Melissa clung to his hand, holding him back from storming into the fray.

Beside them, Mr. Morris’s expression was grave, his displeasure written plainly on his face.

But unlike the Davises, Mr. Morris was already aware of the social circles in Cabinda and their attitude toward his beloved protégé. He wasn’t as emotionally reactive because he’d seen this coming.

He’d long since chosen to trust that his student was capable of standing her ground. She could handle herself, even in the harshest of situations.

Ever since he learned about her and Dennis Williams, he had never seen fear in her eyes.

Now, watching her face the malice alone, Mr. Morris chose to stay silent, continuing to restrain himself.

Meanwhile, outside the grand hall—

Dennis Williams arrived with his grandfather, Mr. Williams.

They were joined by Douglas Williams and Charlotte Kelly.

They hadn’t been there long before catching sight of the whole scene through the open doors.

The elder Mr. Williams’s face soured as he glanced at his grandson, voice sharp: “See this? With a reputation like that, you still refuse to let go. What can you possibly see in her? If you bring her out in public, people will talk about you behind your back everywhere you go!”

Dennis’s gaze was cool as he swept over the crowd, speaking in an even tone, “Grandpa, don’t you think this is an ugly sight? Look at those bitter faces. When they can’t get what they want, they just want to destroy it instead.”

Was the old man really blind to such obvious malice?

Mr. Williams ground his teeth and fell silent.

Charlotte glanced at him doubtfully, thinking, *Can she really?*

But seeing her nephew calm and unhurried, she suppressed her worry and stayed put.

Camila, meanwhile, was entirely focused on the people in front of her, oblivious to who had just arrived outside.

Unlike the others, who were caught up in their emotions, she remained composed, as if none of the barbed words were meant for her at all.

Even as the insults cut through the air, Camila looked as serene as ever, unfazed.

Her eyes narrowed as she stared at Harper Thompson, and then, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, she strode toward her with unwavering purpose.

When Harper saw Camila approaching, she was taken aback by the force of her presence. Her confidence wavered for a moment.

But then, remembering the crowd, she lifted her chin in defiance. Surely Camila wouldn’t dare do anything with all these people watching. She wanted to see how Camila would try to talk her way out of this one.

But she guessed wrong.

Camila had no intention of explaining herself further.

Instead, she was going to defend herself with action.

She stopped in front of Harper, looked her straight in the eye, and, without warning, raised her hand and slapped Harper hard across the face.