Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 159

Especially that tall, elegant figure—his posture was regal, every movement exuding effortless grace. From this angle, you could really appreciate his perfectly sculpted profile.

He looked like he’d stepped right out of a Renaissance marble statue.

Not quite human, honestly—more like an angel who wandered down from heaven.

“Man, talk about easy on the eyes,” Aaron whispered beside her, unable to hold back a quiet sigh. He was struck by a strange, fleeting thought.

Mr. Williams and the little kid together like this... Why did it look so much like a father and daughter?

He smirked to himself. Wouldn’t be surprised if he turned into one of those doting girl-dads.

Camila Davis didn’t overthink it. She just wanted to savor the moment, not break the peaceful spell.

Of course, life never let her off the hook for long.

Her phone started buzzing.

It was Jordan Smith calling.

A chill settled over Camila’s face. She narrowed her eyes and hung up without a word.

But Jordan was nothing if not persistent. A text popped up on her screen: “I checked with the police about Nora Lewis. I honestly didn’t know about her fake credentials. Let me see Lillian—I want to apologize.”

Camila scoffed.

What good was an apology now?

If he’d cared even a little about Lillian, he would’ve vetted the therapist he hired. But he didn’t.

Now he wanted to act clueless, as if that excused everything?

Camila only hated herself for ever trusting him in the first place. If she’d been more careful, Lillian wouldn’t have suffered like this.

Her fingers flew over the screen as she typed back, cold as ice: “Don’t bother with your fake apologies. The best thing you can do for Lillian is to stay away from her.”

On the other end, Jordan read her response. His face darkened, jaw clenched tight.

—

Later that evening, at the police station.

Sandra Taylor had just wrapped up a crisis with The Smith Group and rushed over to check on Nora Lewis.

As soon as Sandra walked in, Nora looked at her pleadingly. “Sandra, you have to help me. I can’t go to jail. When I treated Lillian, I was only—”

Sandra cut her off, nerves tight. “Nora, I get that you’re panicking, but this is a police station. You need to think carefully about what you say and what you don’t. Stick to the facts about the sessions, answer their questions honestly, but don’t drag anyone else in. Understand?”

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