Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 388

Her expression grew serious, and she said solemnly, “I’ve never forgotten Professor’s teachings, or the rules of med school.

The mission of med school has always been to honor the roots of traditional medicine, to show people its real power, and to provide genuine medical help to those who truly deserve it.”

The soldiers she treated were all heroes who’d risked their lives for their country. Whenever they needed help, Camila Davis was more than willing to develop new treatments to ease their suffering.

Listening to every word, Professor Morris nodded, clearly satisfied.

“Not bad,” he grunted. “At least you know to do something worthwhile before coming back to apologize. If you’d shown up empty-handed, do you think I’d have even let you in the door?”

Of course, he hadn’t let her in at first. But now, Professor Morris seemed to have entirely forgotten about that.

Camila laughed. “You still would’ve, Professor. You’ve always had a soft spot for me.”

Professor Morris, hearing her confident tone, put on a mock-disgusted face. “Yeah, yeah, don’t push your luck…”

Camila just kept smiling, not bothered at all by his gruffness. She piled more roast chicken onto his plate and nudged him, “Enough talking, eat up. I’ve been craving this recipe for years—if you don’t dig in now, it’ll get cold.”

He eyed the food, “Take it easy. Watch out for the bones, and you’re having wine tonight, too. Have some soup first.”

The two of them looked out for each other, and Patrick, standing nearby, couldn’t help but smile at the scene.

By the time they’d eaten their fill, it was already late.

Camila glanced at the clock—11:30. She stood and said, “You get some rest tonight, Professor. I’m heading home.”

“Alright. Be careful driving,” Professor Morris replied. He knew she had a little one waiting at home, and didn’t try to keep her longer.

Before leaving, Camila hesitated a moment, then asked, “One more thing… Professor, now that you’re here in Harrisburg, are you planning to stay a while?”

Truthfully, she hoped he wouldn’t leave so soon.

Professor Morris saw right through her. He didn’t play coy. “I’m not going anywhere for now. Haven’t even seen your research lab yet—I should check it out, see what you’ve built. Plus, I’ve got a few things to take care of myself.”

Camila kicked off her shoes, beaming. “Yep, it went great. Professor even said I should bring Lillian by to meet him.”

“That’s wonderful!” Sarah cheered, practically bouncing. “And I heard all about that dinner party—Jordan Smith and Sandra Taylor totally got what they deserved! I’m so happy for you, honey. Come on, let’s celebrate with a glass of wine!”

Camila laughed at how much more excited Sarah seemed than she was herself. “Is this really something to celebrate?”

Sarah scoffed, “Of course! Jordan Smith’s been Mr. Perfect for twenty years, and tonight he got his ego stomped on. That’s absolutely worth celebrating! And Sandra Taylor—she knew exactly what she was getting into, and now karma’s come knocking. I love it! Drink up!”

She poured Camila half a glass of red wine.

Camila took a reluctant sip, while Sarah kept giggling.

“The Smith family cares so much about appearances—now they’ve lost face in front of everyone. I’ll bet they’re not going to keep Sandra Taylor around much longer. I’d put money on it!”

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