Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 259

This woman was like a bad penny—she just kept turning up.

Still, if she ended up getting burned by her own tricks, she had no one to blame but herself.

Sandra Taylor flashed a wicked grin, her tone dripping with mockery. “Camila, you’re late. We’ve already cured Mr. Reed’s illness.”

Camila Davis paused, thrown off.

Cured him?

And “we”?

Since when did Sandra and Jordan Smith have that kind of skill?

A gnawing sense of dread crept up Camila’s spine, a suspicion flickering through her mind like a lightning bolt.

No way…

As if reading her thoughts, Sandra gave Camila a smug smile—careful to make sure Jordan couldn’t see. “You must’ve seen the news lately, right? Our company, Smith Pharmaceuticals, just ‘developed’ a brand-new miracle drug for heart disease. The moment it hit the market, it made waves everywhere. Even Mr. Reed came straight to us for it!

And now, he’s taken the first dose. He’s already feeling better!”

Sandra emphasized the word “developed,” practically spitting it out, just to twist the knife.

Camila’s face paled. “What did you say? You gave Mr. Reed that so-called miracle drug?”

“Of course! Our new medication works wonders for people with heart problems. Mr. Reed started feeling relief almost immediately. With regular doses, he’ll be good as new before long.”

A sharp glint of malice flashed in Sandra’s eyes as she continued, “And honestly, Camila, we owe you a thank you for all this. If you hadn’t been on our tails, pushing and criticizing us, we’d never have been motivated to get where we are today.

Now our drug’s out before yours. Hope you don’t mind?”

Compared to Camila—who’d just shown up out of nowhere—they obviously trusted Jordan Smith and Sandra Taylor more.

Gary Reed spoke coolly, “Miss, please stop making baseless claims. Since Mr. Williams started taking the Smith Group’s medicine, his condition has improved. Don’t try to scare us.”

Shirley Reed looked annoyed too. “Quit cursing my husband. He’s finally getting better, and you have the nerve to say he’s beyond help?”

Jordan Smith’s scowl deepened. “Camila, what’s your problem? I get it—you can’t stand losing to Sandra. But if you don’t have the talent, just admit it.”

Sandra looked more smug than ever. “Why are you trying to slander us, Camila? If the drug works, the patient’s response says it all. You’re a doctor—you should know that, right?”

Not to mention, it was your formula to begin with.

Now what? Are you going to deny your own work?