Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 380

"You know exactly what you’ve done. I’m not here to argue or settle scores today."

"If she made the wrong choice back then, that’s on her. She’s had to live with those consequences ever since…"

"But let’s be clear—when she couldn’t count on the Smiths for protection, fine. But now, you’re not even family anymore, so don’t think you can insult her right in front of me and get away with it!"

"I’ll tell you this: The Smith Group, sure, you’re influential. But my medical school isn’t some backwater practice, and I sure as hell don’t owe you or the Smiths any favors!"

"As for your claim that she was after your money—please. Our family’s been in medicine for centuries. If we wanted something, we could have it."

"I never had children. Everything I have is going to her. Do you really think she’d care about your fancy cars or your country club memberships?"

Dr. Morris didn’t bother with more words. He simply turned to the Smiths, his tone final. "I suggest you find another doctor. My student and I won’t be assisting Mr. Smith any further."

The guests around the room started whispering, some louder than others:

"Wow, so Jordan Smith is really that kind of guy…"

"Yeah, and he tried to say Ms. Davis was holding back his recovery? If it wasn’t for her, he’d probably still be rolling around in a wheelchair!"

"Ms. Davis just can’t catch a break. She did all that for him, and he still treats her like dirt."

"If my daughter were treated like that, I’d be knocking heads!"

"No wonder Dr. Morris is so furious…"

For the first time, Jordan Smith felt the weight of his own actions. His face was burning with shame, and he couldn’t argue with a single word Dr. Morris had said. Every sentence echoed in his mind.

He’d always suspected Camila Davis had her own motives—maybe status, maybe money… And with his heart already set on someone else, it was easy to ignore all the things she did for him.

Now, he looked at Camila. The girl who once looked at him with such admiration now only had coldness in her eyes.

Only now did Jordan realize just how little he’d thought of Camila Davis. She was the heir to a renowned medical legacy, practically raised as Dr. Morris’s own daughter—she could have had anything she wanted, a brilliant future laid out for her.

Yet, she risked it all, even falling out with Dr. Morris, just to be with him.

And what did she get from the Smiths in return?

Jordan suddenly couldn’t bear to think about it. Guilt crawled up his spine.

All around, the guests were still talking:

Sandra remembered the other day, kneeling outside the mansion for hours, begging for help.

No wonder they’d refused to see her...

"So, the other day when I came to your house for help, you were just toying with me? Making me kneel outside on purpose?"

Dr. Morris’s voice was icy. "If I recall, I told you to leave from the start. No one forced you to stay."

He wasn’t about to take the blame for something he didn’t do. He didn’t need such petty tricks to get back at Sandra Taylor. Sure, the housekeeper might’ve played along, but Dr. Morris had already addressed it.

But Sandra couldn’t accept any of it. Blinded by rage, she forgot where she was and snapped, "You old bastard! You had your staff humiliate me on purpose—"

SMACK!

A loud slap rang out, echoing through the room. Camila’s eyes were blazing with fury.

"Sandra Taylor, who do you think you’re talking to? Say that again, I dare you."

Her fierce gaze left no doubt—if Sandra opened her mouth again, Camila would have no problem hitting her a second time.