Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 522

“Why the hell isn’t Raymond Mitchell in jail yet?”

“This can’t just be swept under the rug!”

The internet erupted. People were furious—justifiably so. Everyone was cursing Raymond Mitchell’s name, demanding the authorities do something, anything, about what had happened.

It wasn’t long before the police issued an official statement addressing the rumors about Mr. Morris.

[After a thorough investigation, Mr. Eric Morris has been found completely innocent of all the crimes spread by malicious rumors online. The entire story was a fabrication—an intentional smear campaign.

Mr. Morris is a man of honor, who has dedicated most of his life to charitable causes within our country. Over the years, his medical school has offered free treatment to thousands, and he’s provided vital support to dozens of orphanages nationwide. The number of children with congenital illnesses he’s helped is in the thousands.

His good deeds and generosity are too many to count.

As for the smear campaign: all those involved have been apprehended, including Raymond Mitchell’s assistant, former Taylor Group chairman Ethan Taylor, and their accomplice.

Additionally, Smith Group Media, a subsidiary of Smith Group, has been shut down and ordered to undergo restructuring for their role in spreading slander. Mr. Morris’s medical school will be pursuing legal action for the damage to his reputation.

Mr. Morris and his medical school are national treasures—they deserve our respect.

Let this be a lesson: rumors end with wise minds. Please, everyone, let’s handle things with a little more civility in the future.]

After this, every negative post about Mr. Morris vanished. One by one, people started apologizing to him online.

“I’m so sorry, I was wrong—I joined in the hate against Mr. Morris.”

“I guess you really can’t trust everything you see online. I apologize for my previous comments.”

“I’ve never felt so stupid. I sincerely apologize, Mr. Morris.”

“People who mindlessly jump on hate bandwagons don’t deserve forgiveness!”

Some had heard Mr. Morris was sick and began posting prayers and well wishes.

“Mr. Morris is a good man—wishing him a speedy recovery and a long, healthy life!”

That sentiment flooded the comments section, repeated hundreds of times.

Mr. Morris had been sick for over two weeks, but thanks to the thoughtful care of Patrick and Camila Davis, he finally pulled through. When he woke up, he was noticeably thinner, and it took Camila another couple of weeks to nurse him back to health. Still, age was catching up with him, and the whole Catherine Watson debacle had taken a toll on his spirit.

Eric patted her hand with a little smile. “Camila’s always the worrier. But truthfully, I do need a bit more rest. Give me ten more days, and I’ll be ready to head to Cabinda.”

“That’s absolutely fine,” Mr. Mark and the others agreed.

With that settled, they didn’t linger much longer. As they left, they said, “We’ll be waiting for you in Cabinda, Mr. Morris.”

Camila walked them out, and when she came back she asked gently, “Are you sure ten days is enough? Honestly, I think you should take at least another two weeks to recover.”

Mr. Morris shook his head. “The project can’t wait forever. Every day we lose costs more money. They’ve already been generous with the timeline—we shouldn’t push our luck.”

Camila nodded, though she still looked worried.

Mr. Morris glanced at her, then suddenly grinned. “How about you come with me to Cabinda?”

She blinked in surprise. “You want me to go to Cabinda? Is there something you need me to do?”

His gaze softened. “Not really. I’d just like some company, and—well—I thought you might like to finally meet the man who’s always on your mind, and Lillian’s dear old dad.”

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