Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 246

Camila Davis paused at those words, thinking them over. She couldn’t deny it.

Mr. Williams really had been her guardian angel.

Thanks to him, Lillian’s health had improved, and whenever Camila found herself in trouble, he always managed to fix things with ridiculous ease.

Naturally, she felt endlessly grateful.

Still, Camila didn’t think Mr. Williams was the one secretly tipping her off.

“Mr. Williams has always been someone who knows where the line is,” she said firmly. “No matter how bad things got between me and Jordan Smith, we’re still married in the eyes of the law. Even if he wanted to help, he’d never go about it in such a sneaky way.”

She sounded so convinced, Sarah Brown had to admit she had a point. “So, who’s our mystery hero then?”

Camila shook her head, unsure, but she was starting to have her suspicions.

She remembered—the first photo she’d gotten had definitely been taken inside the house. The angle was just too perfect.

Honestly, aside from the Smith family’s staff, who else could have pulled that off?

A name floated into her mind, but she wasn’t ready to jump to conclusions. Instead, she picked up her phone and texted Dennis Williams.

“Thanks so much for your help last night, Mr. Williams. Looks like I owe you another favor.”

Dennis replied with a picture. It looked like something he’d drawn himself.

It was a gorgeous scene: a deep blue ocean, a cute whale swimming happily, sunlight dancing on the waves, seagulls soaring overhead. Off in the distance, fiery streaks of sunset painted the sky and clouds.

He didn’t say a word, but somehow Camila could feel the meaning behind it.

The sky’s the limit, the sea’s wide open—be free, live your life, enjoy every sunrise and sunset, every passing cloud.

Her heart did a little somersault. She texted back, “Does this painting have a name?”

Dennis’s reply was simple: “No name. But you can name it.”

Camila stared at the screen.

Me? Name it?

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

Camila felt a little thrill of excitement.

Mr. Williams was actually letting her name his painting? His artwork?

Her mind raced, but nothing quite seemed good enough. She didn’t want to disrespect his work, so after a long pause, she replied, “Let me think about it. I’ll tell you once I come up with something.”

That girl had grown up in tough circumstances, juggling school and odd jobs as a maid just to keep her mom afloat. She was sharp and hardworking.

When Mary applied to work for the Smith family, the head housekeeper hadn’t wanted to take her, but Camila had insisted.

Mary had kept a low profile over the years, but she always did her job well.

Could it really have been her?

“Susan, I tried texting her but she never replied. Can you call her? Just—don’t let her know I’m here with you.”

Susan nodded and dialed, putting the phone on speaker.

After a moment, Mary’s voice came through. “Susan? Is everything okay?”

Susan quickly explained why she was calling, and then gently asked, “I heard from Ms. Davis about someone sending her those photos—any chance it might be you? Also, how are you doing these days?”

Mary was silent for a few seconds, then admitted, “Yeah, it was me… Mrs. Smith has always treated me kindly, even helped save my mom’s life. I just couldn’t stand seeing her and Lillian getting hurt by Mr. Smith.”

She hesitated, then went on, “That night Mr. Smith brought that other woman home… they were all over each other on the couch. I just thought Mrs. Smith deserved better than that. She’s been so good to everyone in this house—all of us staff see it.”

“That mistress was just too much, flaunting it like that. I didn’t know how else to help, so this was all I could do.”

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