Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 519

The nanny stopped talking at that point. Instead, she faced the camera and played a video Catherine Watson had recorded some time ago.

On the screen, Catherine looked pale—almost ghostly—and her smile was strained, as if it took all the strength she had.

“Hey, Charlie… It’s me. Long time no see.

There’s a lot I wanted to say to you in person, but honestly, I just don’t have the guts… So I’m doing it this way.

I’m sorry.

I want to apologize—for letting you down, and for dropping out of med school. That was a betrayal.

Back then, I fell for Raymond Mitchell’s sweet talk. I thought that was what it felt like to be loved, to be wanted. I was so sure it was real love…

But reality slapped me in the face. Turns out, I was just curious, caught up in something new.

My own ignorance set me up for disaster.

Now I’ve paid the price for it.

All this pain—I brought it on myself.

Raymond Mitchell was never a good man. He wasn’t ever right for me…

He treated me terribly. He only chased after me for a reason.

All he ever cared about was what he could get—he wanted to use me to get ahead in med school.

To him, I was just a stepping stone.

When I wouldn’t help him, he… he even killed our baby. His own flesh and blood…”

Catherine’s voice broke. She paused, fighting to catch her breath, then continued:

“Charlie, I paid a terrible price for being so naïve.

My whole life’s just been one big failure.

I let everyone down—everyone at med school who ever cared about me… and especially the woman who raised me like a mother.

But I kept our school’s legacy safe. I never taught Raymond anything.

So… I guess I’m not the absolute worst, right?”

Tears streamed down her face in the video.

She tried to hold it together, but there was a sadness in her eyes that seemed to swallow her whole. She looked so fragile—like a gust of wind could shatter her.

After a long silence, she sniffled and went on:

“Charlie, I’m so sorry. I can’t make it up to you in this life.

If there’s ever a next life, I’ll do anything to pay my debt—I’ll be your servant, your horse, your whatever.

But this time around, I just hope you find someone who truly treasures you. I hope you live a long, happy life, full of joy and free from harm. I’ll be looking out for you, always.”

“Raymond Mitchell, you absolute monster! How dare you go online crying about being a victim, when you did all this?!”

“He’s got some nerve. Just days ago he was online, sobbing and blaming Mr. Morris for his wife and kid’s deaths. Do you have any shame, Raymond?!”

“Slandering a man who gave so much to charity—you should rot in jail!”

“@HarrisburgPD, please arrest this scumbag!”

The internet was in an uproar.

Right then, Wilson Group’s PR team jumped in.

They posted a statement, calling out The Smith Group’s media division:

“Raymond Mitchell is despicable, but as the driving force behind this, how does The Smith Group’s media team plan to explain themselves to the public?”

Wilson Group followed up with a list of evidence, showing how The Smith Group’s media had, for weeks, been orchestrating a smear campaign against Mr. Morris.

They’d used their own social media accounts to push Raymond Mitchell’s stories, and made sure his accusations and videos blaming Mr. Morris went viral…

As for the rest, Wilson Group didn’t say more.

Because once the nanny spoke up, Mr. Morris was in the clear.

Now, as for Raymond Mitchell’s crimes, it was best to let the police handle it—there were too many victims involved, and putting everything online would only hurt them all over again.

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