Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 456

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Camila Davis didn’t even bother to respond. Instead, she grabbed a slice of toast from the table and stuffed it into Sarah Brown’s mouth. “Susan made all this amazing breakfast, and it still can’t shut you up! Eat your food and get ready for work!”

Sarah, having finally caught wind of some juicy gossip, wasn’t about to give up without a fight.

She chewed twice, gulped, and immediately piped up again, “Seriously? You think stuffing my mouth with toast is going to stop me? I’ll just keep asking after I’m done eating—”

But Camila didn’t give her the chance. She finished her own breakfast in record time, grabbed her purse, and headed out the door, ignoring Sarah’s desperate attempts to get more details out of her.

By the time Camila arrived at the research facility, she was back to her usual calm and collected self.

After a quick morning meeting, she got a message from Walter Wilson: “We’ve got some evidence that might be enough to press charges against Raymond Mitchell. But, the analysis of the similarities between both drugs needs someone with your expertise. That’s your territory.”

Camila replied right away, “Got it. I’ll get on it and send the analysis to your email as soon as I’m done.”

The Smith Estate.

Thanks to Sandra Taylor’s enthusiastic invitation, Raymond Mitchell showed up bright and early, medical bag in hand, ready to treat Jordan Smith.

He’d already brushed up on Jordan’s leg injury and knew some of the details about the previous treatments done by Eric Morris’s protégé.

Sandra greeted him, “We’ve still got the prescription Camila gave us, but honestly, Jordan’s been taking it for a while and it hasn’t helped much. I’m thinking maybe acupuncture is what he really needs now. Mr. Mitchell, since you’re from the medical school, I’m sure your acupuncture skills are top-notch, right?”

Raymond put on his most mysterious, all-knowing face. “Of course.”

Sandra beamed. “That’s a relief! I’ll leave Jordan in your hands.”

Raymond wasted no time. He opened his kit and started prepping his tools.

The truth was, he’d never actually learned any of the advanced acupuncture techniques from the medical school. Those were reserved for students in the inner circle, and he’d left before he ever got the chance. But he wasn’t worried. Jordan had already been getting treated for years; all Raymond had to do was follow up with some basic acupuncture. Even if he wasn’t as skilled as Eric Morris or his apprentice, things probably wouldn’t go too badly. The leg would heal eventually anyway.