Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 408

Daniel piped up right away. “Camila, grown-ups aren’t supposed to lie. It was me who spoke up first!”

Kids’ words are never doubted by adults.

Christian Stewart’s brows knitted together, his tone turning sour. “Miss, Daniel’s just a child. He doesn’t lie. For an adult to argue with a kid over something like this—don’t you think you’re being a bit petty?”

People nearby shot Camila Davis disapproving looks. Clearly, they thought she was picking on a little kid.

But just as Camila’s heart was sinking, little Lillian, who’d been looking so downcast, suddenly lifted her chin and spoke up in her mom’s defense.

“My mom’s not lying! We got here first, and she spoke up first too!”

The little girl’s voice was fierce, in that adorable, pint-sized way.

Camila was genuinely surprised.

She hadn’t expected her daughter to stand up for her like this. It was the first time she’d seen Lillian muster up this much courage.

Camila’s heart melted, but she knew she couldn’t let her daughter down—not now.

She shot back at Christian Stewart, “So, Mr. Stewart, you’re saying kids never lie?”

Christian Stewart was caught off guard, his expression turning sour.

He hadn’t expected this woman to be so stubborn. Most people would back down once he stepped in, but not her.

And with Jordan Smith standing right there, Christian didn’t want to leave a bad impression. So, he said, “Well, if you insist on making this difficult, don’t blame me for pulling some strings.”

He turned to the staff member nearby. “I’m Christian Stewart, one of the artists invited to today’s show.”

He flashed his credentials, then said, “My apprentice wants this painting. Please take it down for us.”

The staffer, who’d just been about to hand the painting to Camila, hesitated.

He knew full well Camila had asked for it first, but this was an art show, after all. Almost every artist here had work on display. If they made a sale, it meant commission for the staff, too. And if helping Christian Stewart now built a relationship with him, who knew what doors might open in the future?

So, the staffer caved. “Of course, Mr. Stewart.”

Camila heard this and her face fell. She stepped forward, stopping him, her voice sharp, “What’s that supposed to mean? I was the first to ask for it. Are you really going to play favorites?”

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