Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 682

“If you’re feeling anything strange, just tell me, alright? If it gets worse, I’ll take you to the hospital.”

The girl’s eyes were bright and clear as she answered Camila Davis honestly, “My chest feels a little tight, and my breathing’s kind of off, but it’s not unbearable. I think I’m starting to feel better, so there’s no need to call an ambulance…”

She’d overheard the conversation just now between the other two.

Walter Wilson was still visibly shaken, worried that he’d frightened the girl into some sort of medical emergency.

He tried to keep his tone calm, even a little cold. “Let’s get you checked out anyway. If something really is wrong, I’d have a hard time explaining this to your family.”

The girl shook her head. “Honestly, it’s not all your fault. I forgot to take my meds tonight, and I was just on the phone with someone to bring them up to me when I ended up in that hallway…”

She glanced at Walter and said with absolute seriousness, “Don’t worry, you didn’t scare me to death.”

Walter’s eye twitched, his face darkening a shade. He realized, belatedly, that his earlier panic had been a little ridiculous.

Camila Davis, standing nearby, had to bite her lip to keep from laughing out loud. Walter had been in a foul mood all evening, and she was afraid that if she so much as chuckled, he’d lose it right here.

After holding back her laughter for a while, Camila Davis finally shifted the subject, turning to the girl. “If you don’t want an ambulance, at least call your family to come get you. Let them take you home. And remember, you don’t need to take another pill tonight—I already gave you one. If you’re feeling okay, there’s no need for anything else.”

“Alright.” The girl nodded with a grateful smile. “Thank you. I really do feel much better now. Your medicine works wonders—you’re every bit as skilled as they say. Your reputation is well deserved.”

The compliment caught Camila off guard, and she wondered if the girl knew who she really was. Then again, in both Harrisburg and Cabinda, she had made something of a name for herself.

This girl had the poise and bearing of someone from Cabinda’s upper crust—probably a debutante from one of the influential families. Camila knew well enough what that crowd thought of her.

Still, she felt no desire to get further entangled with anyone from those circles.

She smiled politely. “You’re too kind. Go ahead and call your folks. Once they arrive, we’ll take our leave.”

“But honestly, I think you’re the most impressive one here!” she said, her tone completely sincere.

Camila assumed she meant her medical skills and was about to deflect the praise when the sound of hurried footsteps echoed from outside.

“That must be your family,” Camila said.

Right on cue, several people appeared at the door to the lounge. The three inside turned to look as a middle-aged couple rushed in, calling, “Audrey—!”

With their similar features, it was obvious they were the girl’s parents.

Trailing behind them were two men: the first in a sharply tailored suit, his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs making him look every inch the picture of restrained power and elegance—a striking, unmistakable presence. The other exuded the suave, polished air of a business executive.

It was—Dennis Williams and Aaron!