Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 473

Walter Wilson noticed the worry etched across her face and walked over, giving her a reassuring pat on the arm.

“Hey, don’t stress. Aiden’s been monitoring things online the whole time. It’s under control now, and the police are involved. They’ve taken down most of the fake posts and rumors.”

He lowered his voice, glancing around the bustling living room. “I’ve already told our PR team to handle it. None of the guests at tonight’s party will get dragged into this mess, I promise.”

Walter’s words seemed to help, but Camila’s shoulders were still tense.

“Plus, the med school crowd online? Some of them are actually stepping up and posting the truth with plenty of receipts,” he added, trying to lighten the mood.

Just then, Jessica Harris and her father, Mr. Harris, walked over.

Jessica gave a low whistle. “I checked the news too. Everything’s getting scrubbed from the internet so fast—someone big must be pulling strings behind the curtain. Otherwise, this whole birthday bash would’ve turned into a PR disaster overnight.”

“Someone big?” Camila echoed, frowning.

Mr. Harris nodded gravely, lowering his voice. “Yeah, I made some calls. The police are already tracking down that reporter—apparently, they’re moving really fast... The way this is being handled, it’s honestly impressive.”

Jessica added, “Even the trending hashtags are gone. Videos and reposts are being taken down as we speak.”

Sarah Brown, holding a half-eaten slice of birthday cake, looked up in surprise. “Who has that kind of influence? Is it Mr. Thompson and his crew?”

Mr. Harris shook his head. “No, both of them were caught on camera tonight. If they stepped in, people would notice. They’re better off keeping their hands clean.”

Sarah started to ask more, then suddenly her eyes widened as a thought struck her. She leaned in and whispered in Camila’s ear, “Could it be Mr. Williams?”

Mr. Harris seemed to have the same idea; he’d heard rumors about Dennis Williams being close with Camila.

If he was behind this, it all made sense. Only someone like him could pull this off.

Just then, Camila’s phone buzzed. It was a text from Dennis Williams:

*Happy birthday. Don’t worry about the rest. Anyone spreading lies will get what’s coming to them, and we’re tracking down the source. I’ve got people digging into it as we speak. I’ll update you soon. Just enjoy your night.*

Camila stared at the message, her suspicions confirmed. She felt a swirl of emotions—relief, gratitude, and something deeper she couldn’t quite name. Someone had stepped up for her without even asking, quietly cleaning up the mess before she even knew the full extent of it.

Of course it was him.

She gathered her skirt and jogged down the steps, barely noticing the chilly night air. The phone was still pressed to her ear, and she could hear Dennis chuckling softly. “Take it easy, Camila. No rush. I’m not going anywhere.”

But Camila was already halfway across the parking lot, spotting Aaron, Dennis’s driver, holding the car door open for her.

Without hesitation, she slipped into the back seat. There he was, looking relaxed and effortlessly put-together—impossible to ignore, as always.

She took a deep breath, then asked, “Why didn’t you come upstairs, Mr. Williams? No one even knew you were here.”

Dennis smiled, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “Too many people. You know I’m not a fan of big crowds. I was planning to wait for you to finish, then have you come down.”

Camila nodded—he’d always been like that. Even at important events, he preferred to stay in the background.

Remembering why she’d called, she looked at him earnestly. “Thank you for handling everything online. If you hadn’t acted so fast, who knows how ugly it could’ve gotten...”

Dennis nodded. “It was getting out of hand, and with so many people at your party, I didn’t want to worry you until it was sorted. Better to nip it in the bud.”

Camila smiled, her heart finally settling. She wasn’t alone in this, not with him around.