Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 510

“I just can’t get over how cold Camila’s been to you,” Sandra said, her voice tight with frustration. “You two were married, for God’s sake. And now, after your accident, she acts like your injury isn’t even her problem.”

Sandra crossed her arms, glaring out the window. “I don’t want to watch you stuck in that wheelchair forever. Raymond Mitchell is the only person who can help you walk again.”

She paused, lowering her voice. “But Camila and The Wilson Group are trying to sue him behind your back…”

Jordan’s brow furrowed. “Camila Davis wants to sue Raymond? For what?”

Sandra hesitated, then shrugged. “Just old drama from med school, I guess. I didn’t know much about it myself. Last time Mr. Mitchell was over for your treatment, I overheard him talking to his assistant about it.”

She looked up at Jordan, eyes earnest. “Camila and her mentor know full well he’s treating you right now, but they’re still going after him. It’s just cruel, Jordan. They clearly don’t want you to get better. So I figured, if I don’t step in first, who will?”

Sandra softened a bit, letting her words sink in. “Besides, Mr. Mitchell’s had it rough enough these past few years. Helping him out is the least I could do. And if it means he’ll put even more effort into your therapy, then all the better for you, right?”

She sounded so sincere, so honest. Truth was, she’d been prepared to lie to Jordan—say she was pregnant, if she had to. But with Raymond Mitchell reaching out and working with The Smith Group these past couple days, it gave her an even better excuse.

She knew Jordan inside and out: if it was for his sake, he wouldn’t stay mad at her, no matter how upset he got at first.

Sure enough, as Sandra finished, Jordan’s expression softened, his voice losing its earlier edge.

“Why didn’t you tell me about any of this?”

Sandra lowered her eyes. “You’re busy enough as it is, Jordan. I didn’t want to bother you with more stress. And you haven’t been sleeping well since the treatments started, so I just wanted to help out, handle what I could…”

She stepped closer, resting her head gently against his chest, looking up at him with big, trusting eyes. “Jordan, we’re a team. I’m not working right now, so let me carry some of the weight. I don’t need anything else, I just want you healthy again.”

Jordan looked down at her, seeing the trust and reliance in her gaze. Whatever anger he’d felt melted away.

He spoke more gently now. “You’re right—we’re in this together. But next time, tell me first, okay? Even if I can’t handle something myself, I can always get someone else to help.”

“I’ll take care of it,” he said at last. “Don’t worry, I’ll have someone look into it.”

Sandra’s face lit up. She threw her arms around his neck, planting a grateful kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, Jordan!”

After dinner—steak and mashed potatoes, their usual comfort food—Jordan retreated to his study to get some work done. He called in Nathan Gates.

“Nathan, I need you to look into Ethan Taylor’s situation. Find out exactly what happened. If there’s nothing shady, make sure you get him out of there.”

Nathan nodded. “Sure thing, Mr. Smith. I’ll dig around and see what’s really going on.”

Before leaving, Nathan brought up another issue. “About the stories trending online about Mr. Morris—The Wilson Group’s hired a ton of bots and the negative press is out of control. Their PR team is ruthless; anyone who posts anything bad about Morris gets drowned out. The Smith Group keeps getting dragged into the mess, too. Meanwhile, the heat on Raymond Mitchell has died down a lot… How do you want to handle this?”

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