Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 366

There had been others before, people who’d come seeking Dr. Morris’s help, and some had waited so long outside his door that, despite his own stubbornness, he’d finally been moved and agreed to see them.

Hearing this, Sandra Taylor’s hope flickered back to life. “Really? Thank you so much for telling me!”

She straightened her posture, kneeling again on the porch as the butler walked away.

Never in her life had Sandra had to endure something like this. Two hours passed, the wooden steps biting into her knees. She was exhausted, her patience thinning.

Eventually, the butler returned. Sandra looked up, desperate. “Do you know when Dr. Morris might change his mind?”

The butler hesitated. “Honestly, I have no idea. But if you’d like, I can see if there’s any news?”

“Oh, please, that would be great… Thank you,” Sandra replied quickly, clinging to any shred of hope.

But this time, the butler didn’t come back.

As dusk fell and the sky turned a deep indigo, Jordan Smith finally stepped out of the old Chevy, looking frustrated. “Let’s go, Sandra. Doesn’t look like he’s going to give us a chance.”

“But Jordan… your leg can’t wait—”

“It’s just a few more days. I’ll live,” Jordan cut her off, the pain clear in his voice. “We’ll try again some other time. Maybe today just wasn’t meant to be.”

Sandra could only nod, swallowing her disappointment. “Alright. Whatever you say.”

After Sandra and Jordan left, Patrick—the head of the household staff—received news of their departure.

Dr. Morris happened to be coming downstairs just then. “What’s all the commotion about?” he asked.

Patrick hesitated for a moment, then decided to be honest about making Sandra Taylor wait outside. “I just thought she could use a taste of her own medicine, sir. You know, when Ms. Davis came before, she waited outside for half an hour. I figured Sandra should know what that feels like if she wants your help.”

Dr. Morris didn't seem angry, just sighed. “Why waste time? If you don’t want someone here, just send them away.”

Patrick grinned. “I just wanted to help Ms. Davis out. Besides, that Jordan Smith… not much of a man, letting a woman kneel for him for hours. Ms. Davis really misjudged him, sir. He’s not someone you’d want to trust.”

Dr. Morris snorted. “I’m never wrong about people. She just never listens to me.”

His words were sharp, but then he softened, almost grudgingly. “Honestly, I’m glad they split. They were never a good match. The sooner she’s free, the better for her.”

Patrick picked up on the shift in tone. “So… are you saying you’ve forgiven Ms. Davis, sir?”

Dr. Morris instantly put his grumpy face back on. “Who says I’ve forgiven her? Absolutely not.”

With that, he turned and swept out of the room, his coat tail flapping behind him.

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