Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 681

“Alright.”

After hanging up the phone, Camila Davis put on a casual smile and told the group, “I’m going to step out to the restroom. You all take your time.”

She slipped out of the private dining room and hurried to the location Walter Wilson had mentioned.

The elevator carried her up, and as soon as she stepped out onto the next floor, she spotted Walter waiting for her in the hallway.

She jogged over, concern etched on her face. “What happened?”

Walter’s expression was tense, not a trace of relief. He motioned for her to follow, his pace brisk. “Come with me.”

Camila didn’t press for details. She matched his stride, following him down the corridor.

Once inside the lounge, Camila’s eyes landed on a girl sprawled across the sofa.

She couldn’t have been more than twenty, dressed in a delicate rose-and-ivory party dress, features refined and striking, her aura instantly marking her as someone from a privileged background.

At the moment, the girl was curled up, her complexion pale beneath the carefully applied makeup—it did nothing to hide the sickly cast to her skin.

Camila also noticed the girl’s hand clutching at her chest, her breaths shallow and labored.

“What’s going on here?”

She shot Walter a questioning look. “Weren’t you just stepping out to take a call? Who is she?”

“I have no idea.”

Walter explained, “I was in the stairwell on the phone. Ran into her by sheer accident.”

The whole thing had been bizarre, he went on. As he’d stood at the stairwell landing, the door suddenly swung open and this girl came through, phone in hand—probably to take a call herself.

She hadn’t noticed him. When she pushed open the door and saw him standing there, she practically jumped out of her skin.

And then, just like that, she fainted—right into his arms.

Walter had honestly wondered if he was being set up, but as he frowned and was about to say something, he realized her color was off and she’d lost consciousness.

After relaying the story, Walter still looked unsettled. “Can you check on her?”

“On it.”

Walter was about to step out when a faint cough sounded behind them.

Both Camila and Walter turned instinctively. The girl on the sofa was stirring, her eyelids fluttering open.

She blinked, taking in the two strangers before her. Her voice was soft and melodic as she greeted them, “Hello.”

As she spoke, her gaze lingered on Camila’s face, a flicker of surprise in her eyes that Camila didn’t notice—she was too busy registering how lovely the girl’s voice sounded, gentle and melodic.

Now that she was awake, her features seemed even more captivating; those clear, luminous eyes brought her face to life, drawing attention as if they alone could light up the room.

Walter, seeing her awake, momentarily forgot about the call he was supposed to make.

Camila recovered first, leaning forward with a reassuring smile. “You’re awake. Do you feel any discomfort? You fainted in the stairwell earlier—do you remember what happened?”

The girl thought for a moment, then nodded. “I remember. I was just going into the stairwell and got startled. You two helped me, didn’t you?”

Camila nodded. “I just finished some acupuncture and gave you some medicine. I’m a doctor, and I know you have a heart condition. Do you feel any pain or discomfort anywhere else?”