Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 876

“Other than that, I have nothing more to say.” Jordan watched her increasingly cold attitude and couldn't help but suspect she had coached Lillian to be distant. After all, she had been so reluctant to let him see the child in the first place. She was probably trying every trick in the book to alienate their daughter from him. But he couldn't voice these suspicions now, not when he was still hoping for a reconciliation. So, he softened his tone. “At the very least, you could tell me some of Lillian’s habits and preferences, what I should look out for when I take her out… I know I wasn’t good enough before. But I want to make up for it now. I want to change, to be good to Lillian, to take care of her properly.” A flicker of scorn crossed Camila’s eyes. Belated affection was worthless, and so was belated concern. “Mr. Smith,” she said flatly, “my understanding of Lillian wasn’t built overnight. It came from spending day after day with her, slowly learning. If you truly want to show your sincerity and make amends, shouldn't you observe these things for yourself? Is simply copying someone else’s answers what you call being attentive? Besides, as I just said, Lillian knows what to do and what not to do. If you’re unsure, she’ll tell you.” As she spoke, Camila caught sight of a black Maybach parked down the street. It was Dennis Williams’s car. He was here. Her patience for dealing with Jordan evaporated. Lowering her gaze, she asked, “Is there anything else?” Seeing the impenetrable wall she had built around herself, Jordan felt a pang of disappointment. But he knew he couldn’t rush things. He shifted his gaze to the gifts beside him. “These supplements… could you please give them to your… I mean, to Melissa? As an apology. I also got some lumbar therapy devices. Will you accept them? Regardless of our relationship, her health is important.” He gestured for Nathan Gates to unload the items. Camila had no intention of accepting them. “That won’t be necessary,” she said, stopping him. “We have plenty of supplements and medicinal herbs. As for massage devices, my boyfriend already bought some for my mother. Plus, I’m a doctor myself. With my care, my mom's back will heal. You don’t need to trouble yourself, Mr. Smith.” Jordan’s brow furrowed. The gentle look that appeared in Camila’s eyes when she mentioned another man stung him deeply. His mood soured. That gentle Camila should have been his. But now, all she had for him were cold attitudes, frigid tones, and distant gazes. Every time she called him ‘Mr. Smith,’ it felt like a knife twisting in his heart. Even so, he had to endure it. He was the one who had lost the person who once had eyes only for him. Camila Davis had loved him so deeply. He had to believe that with enough patience, he could win her back. He didn’t press the issue. Respecting her wishes, he motioned for Nathan to get back in the car. “Well… I’ll take Lillian now.” Camila didn't respond, simply taking a step back, her silent dismissal clear. Jordan sighed in defeat and told Nathan to drive. The car quickly disappeared from view. Only after it was gone did Camila turn and walk toward the Maybach, her steps now light and brisk, a stark contrast to her demeanor with Jordan. The frost on her face melted away, replaced by a joyful smile—the pure delight of seeing the person she loved. The rear door of the Maybach opened as she approached, and Dennis Williams stepped out. He wore a long, black trench coat over a black shirt, his already perfect proportions making him look even taller and more elegant. An air of nobility clung to him effortlessly. Standing there, he was a striking figure against the winter backdrop. His features were sharp, his brow strong, and his eyes deep and cool. But the moment they landed on Camila, the ice in them thawed, replaced by a gentle warmth. All traces of her earlier gloom vanished as Camila ran to him, practically throwing herself into his arms with a cheerful, “Good morning!” Dennis opened his coat, enveloping her in a tight embrace as she reached him. With a tender smile, he kissed her forehead and murmured, “Morning.” “You’re so warm,” Camila sighed, wrapping her arms around his waist and soaking in the comforting heat. She nuzzled against his chest, inhaling the pleasant scent of cedarwood that clung to him. She didn’t want to let go. Lifting her head, she looked at him with eyes full of affection. “What are you doing here so early? Have you had breakfast?”