Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 424

Jordan Smith didn’t waste any time. He looked straight at the group and said, “Can you guys take a look at these records? Tell me if anything looks off, or if it’s all the same patient.”

The therapists glanced at each other, a bit confused by the request. Still, none of them dared ask too many questions. They quietly took the files and started reading through them, flipping pages with focused expressions.

About half an hour later, they’d gone through everything. The three therapists exchanged hesitant looks, passing silent questions back and forth, clearly unsure how to bring up what they’d found.

Jordan picked up on it right away. The longer he waited, the more his patience wore thin. He snapped, “If you’ve got something to say, just spit it out. Don’t waste my time!”

His tone was sharp enough to make anyone nervous, and the therapists didn’t want to risk annoying him further. The oldest one finally spoke up, “There’s no evidence of forgery here. Based on the patient’s history and treatment progression, her condition is… well, it’s a tough one. Not easy to treat at all.”

“Yeah,” another chimed in, “and she’s just a kid, way too young, totally shut down emotionally. We couldn’t get through to her, and in cases like this, improvement is rare.”

“Her condition actually got worse last year.” The third therapist tapped a page. “From the data, it looks like her last therapist, Nora Lewis, didn’t do her job. Actually, it might’ve been even worse—there’s a chance she was actively making things harder for her.”

“But now,” the first continued, “the kid’s actually improving. Emotionally, it’s like night and day. Normally, there’s just no way someone would bounce back this fast…”

The therapists sounded genuinely amazed.

Then one of them spotted the signature on the report—‘WI’.

“Oh, that explains it,” he said. “Her current doctor is ‘WI’. He’s kind of a legend in our field…”

Jordan should’ve felt relieved, but instead, his frown deepened.

He asked, “Is the guy really that famous?”

They’d been trying to dig up info on this ‘WI’ for ages and gotten nowhere. Maybe, he thought, the therapists could fill him in.

He pressed, “How much do you guys actually know about this person?”

The therapists all shook their heads. “Not much, honestly. He’s brilliant, but he’s also a total mystery. We’ve only ever heard the name; never even met him.”

If only one of them had said that, Jordan might’ve doubted it. But all three? He had no choice but to believe them. Which just made him even more agitated…

—

At home, Sandra Taylor was waiting for Jordan to come back for dinner, but he still hadn’t shown up. She thought about calling, but just as she picked up her phone, she saw a bunch of new notifications.

She opened them and found several photos. All sent by Alexander. They showed Jordan Smith standing with Camila Davis outside the school, deep in conversation. In one shot, Camila’s hand was pressed against Jordan’s chest.

Meanwhile, after picking Lillian up from school, Camila Davis quietly slipped out the back gate with her, making sure Jordan Smith didn’t get the chance to see her.

For the next few days, just to be safe, Camila didn’t let Lillian go back to school at all. She was terrified that any encounter with Jordan might make things worse before Lillian was ready.

At home, though, Lillian was doing fine—except for the nightly routine of asking for her dad and video-calling him. Otherwise, things were normal.

Friday night, after her bath, Lillian was tucked into bed, video-chatting with Dennis Williams. She gazed at the screen, her face glowing with anticipation. “Daddy, are you really coming home tomorrow?”

Dennis smiled gently. “Yes, sweetheart. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Lillian grinned from ear to ear.

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That night, at eleven, Harrisburg International Airport.

A striking woman strode out of the arrivals gate, her stylish features radiating excitement as she spoke into her phone, “Grandpa Williams, I got your address. Don’t worry, I’ll talk Dennis into coming back to Cabinda with me this time!”