Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 722

That voice jolted Jarvis Peters back to attention.

He hurriedly replied, “Oh! Coming!”

The two of them pushed aside all distractions and stepped onto the stage together.

In an inconspicuous corner of the audience, Jordan Smith and Nathan Gates had arrived as well. They happened to catch the moment Camila Davis walked up onto the stage.

Jordan froze, a little lost in thought. It was the first time he’d ever seen Camila smile like that—a smile as warm and radiant as winter sunlight, dazzling and impossible to look away from. His eyes darkened with confusion. Why had he never seen that smile directed at him?

Nathan, watching the scene unfold, felt a mix of resignation and bittersweet admiration. Sure, he was on Jordan Smith’s payroll, but even he had to admit—Ms. Davis and that man looked perfect together.

Just look at her face—so happy, so genuine.

Nathan could see it plain as day: the man beside Camila treated her with respect, cared for her, trusted and defended her without reservation. All things his own boss had never been able to give.

It was thanks to that kind of devotion that the once-reserved Camila Davis had blossomed so brightly. Nathan couldn’t help but think of the old saying: a flower only blooms beautifully when it’s tended with care.

Camila had once carried the title of Mrs. Smith, but it had cost her her spirit. She’d been banished to the fringes of the Smith family, no better than a neglected weed—no nourishment, no sunlight. Naturally, she faded.

But now, she’d broken free from that dark corner. Someone else had lifted her up, cherished her, and placed her high on a mountaintop, turning her into a rare and untouchable beauty.

Whatever might have been between her and Jordan was long gone. Nathan sighed inwardly. He wondered if his boss would ever face that truth.

Camila, meanwhile, had no idea who was in the audience. After stepping onto the stage with Jarvis, she focused all her attention on the upcoming contest.

Only now did she realize how popular Jarvis was here. Word had barely gotten out that he’d be competing, and already the crowd had swelled, a sea of heads stretching as far as she could see.

As more people gathered, the hum of conversation rose.

“Mr. Peters! It really is Mr. Peters!”

“Wow, never thought he’d compete again.”

“Yeah, every challenger in the past lost to him, and most of them came from prestigious medical families. Everyone just assumes he’s the best—nobody dares challenge him anymore. Who’s gutsy enough to take him on this year?”

“Doesn’t matter—nobody can beat Mr. Peters!”

“Exactly! That’s what I think too!”

“No way someone could recover in four days!”

The room erupted in disbelief, with people discussing furiously.

Among the audience were seasoned veterans of the field. Unmoved by the noise, they immediately began analyzing both answers on the spot.

In the end, the senior experts all agreed: Camila’s method was reckless.

“She’s chosen a dangerously risky acupoint—one you should never touch lightly!”

“Exactly. Any doctor can tell at a glance: use that point carelessly, and you could kill someone!”

“Throughout history, almost no one has dared use it—unless it was a last-ditch effort to save a hopeless case.”

The respectful curiosity in the crowd’s eyes quickly faded, replaced by condemnation.

“This is outrageous—she’s just showing off to draw attention!”

“Giving a reckless answer just to win? That’s not what a real doctor would do!”