Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 820

“I don’t want you to get in too deep.”

At those words, Camila Davis’s face instantly darkened. “That’s my business. It has nothing to do with you!”

Jordan Smith didn’t back down. He fixed her with a steady gaze. “Don’t bring up the elder Mr. Williams. Whether or not he approves of your relationship, the Collins family is pushing for Dennis Williams to return and take the reins. He’s their eldest grandson. After what happened to his mother, the Collins family owes him a great deal. Some of the shares in her name are still being held by them.

Dennis doesn’t want to give in, but he’s had to make some compromises with the Collins family. From what I’ve heard, they want him to have a child with a woman of their choosing.”

Camila’s head snapped up, her eyes burning with disbelief as she stared at Jordan.

But he seemed unfazed by her reaction, continuing calmly, “Whether it’s the Williams family or the Collins family, neither would ever accept a woman who’s already had a child. And they certainly wouldn’t accept Lillian.

Camila, Lillian means the world to you—and she’s my daughter, too.

Neither of us could ever stand by and watch her get hurt by them.

That’s why I’m telling you, there’s no future for you and him.”

Camila pressed her lips together, silent, her brow furrowed.

Jordan’s words weren’t entirely untrue. The kind of things the Collins and Williams families were capable of… She knew all too well.

She felt a wave of frustration well up inside her, but that didn’t mean she was ready to abandon her relationship with Dennis. She trusted his feelings for her. She believed he’d never agree to something like that. Dennis Williams wasn’t the kind of man who could be easily manipulated.

She quickly regained her composure and replied coolly, “I told you—my life is none of your concern. As for Dennis, who he has children with is something I’ll find out for myself. You don’t need to meddle.”

With that, she brushed past him and went to Sarah Brown, gently helping her up. “Sarah, let’s go home.”

Hearing Camila’s voice, Sarah looked up and grinned foolishly. “Camila! There you are!”

Then, as if remembering something, she scowled and tugged at Camila’s arm. “You have to help me out! This person was so rude—I asked her for directions and she ignored me…”

Camila followed her pointed finger to see she was indicting a decorative tree. She couldn’t help but feel a mix of exasperation and amusement.

So all that hugging the tree earlier—she’d been asking it for directions?

But Camila knew Sarah was drunk. There was no point arguing with a drunk. She just soothed her, “Yeah, that was really rude. But now I’m here to find you, so you don’t need to ask for directions anymore.”

Sarah considered that and, finding it reasonable, broke into another goofy smile. “Yeah, you’re right! Let’s go home, then?”

She wobbled to her feet, grabbing Camila’s arm, and the two of them stumbled back the way they’d come.

As they passed Jordan Smith, Sarah nearly tripped over her own feet, but Camila caught her in time. “Careful…”

Jordan was dumbfounded, his face a mask of shock and disbelief.

He’d just been slapped?

He glared at Sarah, his voice taut with anger. “Are you out of your mind?”

Sarah wasn’t intimidated in the slightest. If anything, his words only fired her up more. “You jerk! How dare you come into my dreams and pester Camila! You’ve got some nerve—she’s already divorced you, but you’re still haunting her? Still pretending you won’t hurt her?

Of everyone in this world, you’re the one who’s hurt her the most! She doesn’t even want to see you anymore, and you still dare to show your face? Just wait—I’ll teach you a lesson you won’t forget…”

With a burst of energy she didn’t know she had, Sarah broke free from Camila and launched herself at Jordan, landing punch after punch and kick after kick.

She was completely unrestrained, venting all her anger, with no concern for control.

If it were the old Jordan Smith, he wouldn’t have given Sarah Brown a second thought. But now, confined to a wheelchair, his assistant nowhere in sight, he didn’t stand a chance.

Sarah managed to land several solid blows to his face and body. Even his striking features weren’t spared; her nails left angry red marks across his cheek, and the wheelchair nearly toppled over in the chaos. He was left looking completely disheveled.

Jordan Smith’s expression darkened instantly.