Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 843

The air hung heavy with silence. Mason Smith, unaccustomed to being ignored, frowned. After a moment, he spoke, his tone laced with displeasure. “Camila, we have come to you and humbled ourselves. Even if you are angry, you should know when to stop. Don’t burn bridges. The Smith family is the best place for you.”

He paused, then continued, not caring if she was listening. “We heard you have someone new in Cabinda. But you have a child. It’s one thing whether he will accept Lillian, but we, the Smith family, will absolutely not allow a child of our bloodline to be raised by another man. A Smith child will not call another man ‘father.’ Think of our family’s reputation. Besides, no matter what, in the eyes of the world, especially in high society, you are… used goods. What prominent family doesn’t care about face? Even if he doesn't say anything now, over time, he will value you less. But if you get back together with Jordan, it’s different. You’ve been through so much together, and he finally understands his own heart. He will cherish you.”

As he spoke, he wore an expression of supreme confidence, as if the Smith family’s willingness to take her back was the greatest gift she could ever receive.

“That’s right,” Barbara chimed in. “We’re giving you a way out, Camila. It’s an honor. If you take it, the position of Mrs. Smith will still be yours. No one will ever try to take it from you again.”

Camila felt a surge of incredulous laughter. The condescension in their voices, the thinly veiled insults… it was just like before. They looked down on her, yet they couldn’t let her go. And they had the audacity to say they would cherish her? Had they hit their heads on the way here?

She was about to unleash a torrent of scathing remarks, but someone beat her to it.

“Gag me! I have never heard such a condescending, paternalistic load of crap in my life. Is the Smith family made of gold or something? Does being chosen by you require a formal thank-you note? I’m going to be sick.” The newcomer clutched their stomach and made a show of dry-heaving.

Mason, humiliated at being lectured by a group of young people, flushed with anger. “This is a family matter. What right do you outsiders have to interfere?”

Sarah didn’t back down. “What family matter? Our Camila is not part of your family. Stop trying to claim her. The very thought of it is disgusting!”

Being repeatedly shot down, Barbara’s temper flared.