Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 262

Gary Reed and Shirley Reed went pale when they heard those words.

Mr. Williams…

It was only then that they remembered.

During dinner, Mr. Williams had called and said he was recommending a doctor. But at the time, the siblings were too busy entertaining Sandra Taylor and Jordan Smith to pay much attention. Later, when the elder Mr. Wilson took his medicine and seemed to improve, they pushed the whole thing out of their minds.

Now, cold sweat broke out on Gary Reed’s forehead.

Even Dennis Williams had told them not to take this lightly—and yet, what had he and his sister done?

Gary hurried to apologize again. “Ms. Davis, I want to sincerely apologize for how we treated you earlier. Whatever you want from us to make up for it, we’ll do it. But please, for Dennis’s sake, can you help Mr. Wilson? I’m begging you!”

Shirley’s face was a study in mixed emotions.

She never expected the person she looked down on and tried to make things difficult for was actually the “miracle doctor” Dennis recommended.

Shirley was always stubborn and proud. Right now, apologizing was more than she could handle.

Camila Davis clearly didn’t have much patience for either of them.

Especially Shirley.

If she could, she’d just turn around and walk out the door. But she’d given her word to Dennis Williams, and she wasn’t about to make him lose someone he cared about. That was the only reason she stayed.

“Lead the way,” Camila said briskly to the butler.

He didn’t dare delay and quickly ushered her inside.

Gary noticed her cold attitude, gave a bitter smile, and hurried after her.

Meanwhile, Sandra Taylor was starting to panic.

The medicine—the one Mr. Wilson just took—was made by Camila Davis, and she’d already pointed out there was a problem. Now, with Mr. Wilson suddenly collapsing…

If everything Camila said was true, how could Sandra possibly explain herself? After all, her reputation was on the line. Worst of all, what if Jordan found out she’d stolen the formula? How could she ever talk her way out of that?

“Yes, ma’am.” The butler hurried off.

While he was gone, Camila started her treatment.

She expertly pulled out a set of needles, quickly placing them around Mr. Wilson’s heart, face, and neck. Her hands were steady and sure, not wasting a second.

When she finished, the butler returned with the water.

Camila took it, mixing in a special medication she’d brought, watching it dissolve, then spooning it carefully into Mr. Wilson’s mouth.

He was still unconscious, so feeding him was tricky—most of the liquid dribbled back out.

Seeing this, Gary rushed up. “Ms. Davis, do you need help? I can hold him steady for you.”

Camila gave him a glance but didn’t object. “Lift his head just a little. Be careful not to disturb the needles.”

Gary nodded, hands shaking, as he gently lifted Mr. Wilson’s head, hoping—praying—that Camila Davis could work a miracle.