Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 777

It was only then that Camila Davis realized—the rest of the team was already gathered together.

From Neville Parsons’ introduction, Camila learned things she’d never imagined. People with special abilities like theirs, he explained, possessed gifts from birth that set them apart, but every time they used those powers, it came at a cost. Their bodies paid the price, wearing down little by little, and over time, their health inevitably suffered.

This was why they’d called Camila here—not just to heal, but to find a way to help them recover, to manage the toll these abilities took. People like them were rare, too valuable to lose to exhaustion. Everyone hoped someone could help prolong both their powers and their lives.

Neville’s deep, steady voice continued, “No one gets to keep their abilities forever. Some lose them with age. Only a handful make it to old age with their gifts intact. But even then, it’s not a happy ending. The body turns on them. Those later years are often riddled with pain and struggle.”

He paused before adding, “The truth is, powers like these defy the natural order. It’s as if fate itself demands a price for such an advantage—sooner or later, the consequences catch up.”

Camila took a moment, working to absorb everything Neville had shared. When she finally understood, she met his gaze, her expression serious. “I understand. I’ll do everything I can to help them.”

Neville nodded, satisfied, and said no more.

Afterward, he introduced her to two members of the squad. Camila noticed they were a little older than Neville, probably in their early forties. He didn’t go into detail about their abilities, only hinted that both had some kind of foresight. The rest, he said, was classified.

Camila knew where to draw the line—what to ask, and what was better left alone. She only inquired further when it was necessary for their care.

The examination and treatment went smoothly. Both men showed clear signs of physical strain—classic symptoms of overexertion. She would need to prepare personalized recovery plans for each of them.

As for the rest of the team, there were no obvious problems yet, but it was better to be proactive, to prevent issues before they began. Camila explained her thoughts, planning to take the details home for deeper study.

Before she knew it, the morning had slipped away.

Neville’s attitude toward her had shifted noticeably. He had already seen results from her treatment, and was impressed.

Dennis laughed quietly. “It’s not that absolute. His mind-reading doesn’t work on everyone. Some people’s thoughts are off-limits to him.”

Camila’s eyes widened with interest. “Really? What kind of people can block him out?”

He ran a gentle hand over her hair. “From what I know, only a few—those who’ve held positions of power, people who’ve seen a lot, whose minds have become incredibly disciplined. They’re so steady, so self-controlled, that they don’t let their emotions slip. Mr. Parsons can’t read them.”

Dennis paused, then added, “I’ve known Mr. Parsons since I was a teenager, and I’m one of the few he still can’t read.”

He chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. “I’ll never forget his face when he realized he couldn’t peek into the mind of some kid. Over the years, he’s tried everything to crack me, but he’s never succeeded.”

Camila looked at him, her eyes shining with admiration. “That’s amazing!”