Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 459

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Camila Davis frowned slightly at the mention of that name.

She and Jordan Smith—Walter Wilson knew exactly what was going on between them these days.

If he didn’t have to, Walter would never bring up Jordan in front of her. So if he did, there had to be a reason.

Camila raised an eyebrow. “The Smith Group isn’t even in pharmaceuticals. Why would they need Jordan Smith?”

Walter leaned back, considering. “Honestly, I think it’s about Jordan’s leg. Remember, he and Sandra Taylor showed up at the MedTech Expo last spring, basically begging Dr. Morris for help? Now that they’ve hit a dead end, I bet Jordan’s desperate to find any doctor who’ll give him hope.”

Camila was a little surprised by the answer, though not entirely. Jordan’s leg did need ongoing treatment. Ever since she and him had their fallout, his therapy had stopped. Months had passed—of course the old injury would flare up.

But… did they really think Raymond Mitchell could help? Camila had her doubts. When she treated Jordan, she used cutting-edge techniques she’d learned at Johns Hopkins—stuff you couldn’t just pick up from a textbook. Regular physical therapy wasn’t going to fix what was wrong with Jordan’s leg. Otherwise, any doctor in town could have done it, and Jordan wouldn’t have been chasing down miracle workers.

There was no way Raymond Mitchell had studied the advanced neuromuscular procedures from Hopkins. The thought made Camila want to laugh.

Back then, she’d worked herself to the bone for Jordan—every extra hour, every new research article, every bit of compassion she could muster. None of it seemed to matter to him.

And now, the moment the pain came back, he’d just let someone else have a go? Did he really believe anybody could replace the best that Johns Hopkins had to offer?

Ridiculous.

She turned to Walter, her tone cool. “This is none of my business. He can see whoever he wants.”

As a doctor, she’d done more than enough for that patient. If he wouldn’t listen to advice, sooner or later he’d pay the price.

Walter nodded, though he voiced his own concern. “I just hope, when we end up taking Raymond Mitchell to court, the Smith Group doesn’t stick their nose in. With Sandra Taylor over there stirring things up…” He grimaced.

Camila laughed. “With you on the team, what’s there to worry about? You’ve helped me win enough battles against them already.”

Walter felt a surge of satisfaction. She’d noticed his efforts, and maybe, just maybe, that meant he had a place in her heart—even if it was just a tiny one.

He was in good spirits after that, but then something seemed to pop into his head. He glanced at Camila, suddenly serious. “Hey, I heard some guy came looking for you at the lab last week. Someone even sent you flowers. Care to explain?”