Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 397

Camila Davis couldn’t help but chuckle.

That old man was always going on about retirement, but let’s be real—he’d never actually give up his work, would he?

And sure enough, Camila was right.

Mr. Morris finished scanning the latest research files and immediately started sharing his thoughts on the project. Camila had just hit a wall, but one nudge from Mr. Morris and suddenly she saw the way through.

She marveled at it for the hundredth time: that’s what it meant to be a true mentor. Even if she’d learned almost everything about medicine from him, there was still no matching the old man’s experience. A few words from her teacher and everything clicked into place.

But when she noticed Mr. Morris suppressing a yawn, Camila figured she shouldn’t exhaust him. So when lunchtime rolled around, she took him out for a bite.

She planned to drop him back home after they ate.

Since Mr. Morris liked peace and quiet, Camila had reserved a private room on the second floor of a cozy bistro—somewhere they could enjoy a club sandwich or maybe some Caesar salad without being disturbed.

Before the food arrived, Camila excused herself to wash her hands.

On her way back, she happened to glance down at the main dining area below, and caught sight of two very familiar figures.

She paused, squinting for a better look—isn’t that… Sandra Taylor?

Sandra had a man with her—tall, broad-shouldered—but… that definitely wasn’t Jordan Smith.

Now this was interesting.

Sandra Taylor, out for lunch with another guy? Wasn’t she always glued to Jordan Smith?

Not that Camila was the gossiping type. Especially where Sandra was concerned; honestly, Camila was just annoyed to be in the same restaurant as her. What were the odds?

She turned quickly and hurried back to the private room, determined to eat and get out before anything awkward happened.

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Downstairs.

Camila’s eyes hadn’t deceived her.

Sandra Taylor was, in fact, having lunch with a man. And from the tension in her posture as she entered their booth, it was clear she didn’t want to be there. She even sat as far from him as possible.

“Shut up!” she snapped. “Don’t even mention Daniel. We’re divorced, remember? I told you before—he has nothing to do with you anymore!”

His smirk widened. “Last I checked, that was all your idea. I never agreed to it.”

“You—!”

Sandra’s hands trembled with anger at his shamelessness. But with him holding all the cards, she couldn’t afford to lose her temper. She gritted her teeth. “Listen, Alexander. I don’t care what you want—you can just turn around and go back to wherever you came from. I’m not playing your games.”

The disgust in her eyes was obvious, and maybe that finally got under Alexander’s skin.

His easy smile faded, replaced by something colder, more menacing. “And just who do you think you are, giving me orders? The future Mrs. Smith of the Smith Group, maybe? But… are you sure the Smith Group even wants someone like you?”

Sandra paled, as if he’d hit a raw nerve.

He kept going, his voice low and dangerous. “Your so-called accomplishments at work? Stolen from someone else. And those disasters at the company parties—Camila Davis, a useless housewife? That’s who you lost to?”

Sandra’s face twisted in anger and humiliation. “Shut up!”