Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 246

Camila Davis paused at those words, thinking them over. She couldn’t deny it.

Mr. Williams really had been her guardian angel.

Thanks to him, Lillian’s health had improved, and whenever Camila found herself in trouble, he always managed to fix things with ridiculous ease.

Naturally, she felt endlessly grateful.

Still, Camila didn’t think Mr. Williams was the one secretly tipping her off.

“Mr. Williams has always been someone who knows where the line is,” she said firmly. “No matter how bad things got between me and Jordan Smith, we’re still married in the eyes of the law. Even if he wanted to help, he’d never go about it in such a sneaky way.”

She sounded so convinced, Sarah Brown had to admit she had a point. “So, who’s our mystery hero then?”

Camila shook her head, unsure, but she was starting to have her suspicions.

She remembered—the first photo she’d gotten had definitely been taken inside the house. The angle was just too perfect.

Honestly, aside from the Smith family’s staff, who else could have pulled that off?

A name floated into her mind, but she wasn’t ready to jump to conclusions. Instead, she picked up her phone and texted Dennis Williams.

“Thanks so much for your help last night, Mr. Williams. Looks like I owe you another favor.”

Dennis replied with a picture. It looked like something he’d drawn himself.

It was a gorgeous scene: a deep blue ocean, a cute whale swimming happily, sunlight dancing on the waves, seagulls soaring overhead. Off in the distance, fiery streaks of sunset painted the sky and clouds.

He didn’t say a word, but somehow Camila could feel the meaning behind it.

The sky’s the limit, the sea’s wide open—be free, live your life, enjoy every sunrise and sunset, every passing cloud.

Her heart did a little somersault. She texted back, “Does this painting have a name?”

Dennis’s reply was simple: “No name. But you can name it.”

Camila stared at the screen.

Me? Name it?

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

Camila felt a little thrill of excitement.

Mr. Williams was actually letting her name his painting? His artwork?

Her mind raced, but nothing quite seemed good enough. She didn’t want to disrespect his work, so after a long pause, she replied, “Let me think about it. I’ll tell you once I come up with something.”

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