Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 162

Sandra Taylor’s heart raced. She clung to his jeans a little tighter, biting her lip as she pleaded, “Of course, Jordan! Don’t you trust me? We’ve known each other for years—you know the kind of person I am better than anyone. How could you even think I’d… do something like that?”

Her voice trembled, wounded. Her cheeks were blotched red from crying, making her look so helpless and innocent.

Jordan Smith’s cold demeanor melted away in an instant. All that icy suspicion vanished from his face.

Camila Davis watched the scene unfold with a tight jaw.

A moment ago, when Jordan had snapped at Sandra, Camila had almost believed he’d finally hold Sandra accountable.

But now? Clearly, she’d been foolish to think so.

Camila’s voice was sharp. “Jordan Smith, you’re seriously buying this mess of a story? Lillian’s your daughter! She barely escaped with her life, and you’re just going to let this go?”

Jordan met her eyes, his tone cool. “Right now, it’s just Nora Lewis’s word. There’s no real proof Sandra did any of this. I know her. Sure, she’s made mistakes, maybe listened to the wrong people, but she’d never intentionally hurt Lillian.”

Camila almost laughed in disbelief.

As if Sandra hadn’t hurt Lillian enough times already! And her son—well, he was even worse, always getting into trouble behind closed doors.

And yet, Jordan was still defending her like she was some kind of saint.

Sandra, seeing that Jordan was on her side, could hardly contain her glee. She shot Camila a smug, triumphant glance—but kept her voice small and pitiful. “Camila, I get why you’re upset. I’m a mom too—you really think I’d ever hurt Lillian? I was furious about what Nora did, that’s why I rushed to the police station to confront her myself. Sure, I brought her into the picture, so I’m partly to blame. If you’re still mad, just… I don’t know, take it out on me. Hit me if it’ll make you feel better. I won’t fight back.”

She even tilted her face up, as if she was ready to be slapped.

“Sandra, that’s enough!” Jordan instantly moved to shield her, crouching down and gently helping her to her feet.

He turned to Camila, frowning. “Come on, Camila—try to be reasonable. You can’t just go around hitting people because you’re upset. Don’t take it too far!”

Camila actually laughed, the sound brittle. Too far? After all the crap Sandra had pulled, she was the one in the wrong?

Every time Sandra put on a little performance, Jordan fell for it hook, line, and sinker.

Camila glared at him, her fists clenching so tight her nails dug into her palms. “Jordan Smith, if your eyes are so useless, maybe you should donate them to someone who actually needs them. You think you’re so fair and rational? Lillian’s ashamed to have a father like you! And you—Sandra—you should go to Hollywood. With acting like that, you’d win an Oscar, no question. You two make me sick!”

With that, she spun on her heel and stormed out, not even bothering to look back.

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