Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 517

Camila Davis clicked into the post, curiosity prickling at her.

The headline blared: “Last December, St. Angel’s Children’s Home—volunteer accused of inappropriate conduct toward underage girls…”

When the story first broke, it had caused a ripple of concern online.

A reporter, clearly invested, had dug deeper—and what he found was explosive.

He’d visited a slew of children’s homes across the state, and in every single one, similar incidents had surfaced.

But here was the kicker: every home involved had some tie to Western State Medical School.

If this had been just another random social scandal, maybe it wouldn’t have gained much traction. But lately, “Western State Medical School” had been trending everywhere for completely unrelated reasons.

So the moment this topic hit the internet, it started simmering. Not boiling yet, but definitely catching fire.

Camila could tell: by eight or nine in the morning—when people were up, scrolling through their phones with their coffee and bagels—this was going to be all over the trending list.

“The Smith Group really knows how to play dirty,” she muttered under her breath.

They were out for blood this time—for both her and the Professor. No doubt about it.

Her face darkened as she scrolled.

Kyle Garcia and Walter Wilson were both watching the online buzz too. They were the kind of guys who moved fast—no hesitation, no drama.

“I’ll get people to post our side of the story now,” Kyle said immediately.

Walter nodded. “I’ll have the PR team coordinate. Let’s get ahead of the Smiths and push this to the top ourselves.”

“Good idea,” Camila agreed, not missing a beat.

After all, the rumors about Lucas Smith and Sandra Taylor were true—if they went public with that, it wouldn’t be fabrication. The Smith Group had started this fight. She wasn’t about to play nice.

Just then, her phone buzzed. A message popped up from Dennis Williams—he’d been back in Cabinda for a few days now.

“You up?” he asked.

Camila blinked at the message, then typed back, “Yeah, I’m awake…”

Without missing a beat, Dennis sent her a file.

She hesitated only a second before opening it.

Inside were several video clips.

Camila clicked on the first one. The quality was terrible—grainy footage, clearly from a security camera. But there was no mistaking what she saw: a man, in the act of harming a child.

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