Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 387

These past few years, after everything she’d been through, if Camila Davis still couldn’t tell who truly cared about her, then honestly, she’d deserve whatever misery came her way.

The old man in front of her—Mr. Morris—had poured so much of his heart and soul into her. There was no way she could hurt him again.

Mr. Morris caught sight of the tears glistening in her eyes, and immediately melted. He let out a half-exasperated, half-affectionate chuckle. “Come on, now. You’re a grown woman, no need for the waterworks.”

He waved his hand as if brushing away the past. “Let’s leave it all behind us, all those old grudges and nonsense. What matters is you’re home. That’s all that matters.”

He gave her shoulder a reassuring pat, but his voice was a little rough around the edges, years of worry making it gravelly.

Camila’s tears, which she’d tried so hard to hold back, spilled over again.

She slipped her arm through his, leaned her head on his shoulder, and sniffled, her voice muffled. “Okay, I won’t bring it up again. But… I’m just so happy. You finally forgave me, you’re always the one who really cares about me, Mr. Morris.”

Hearing that, Mr. Morris felt his own eyes sting. But he wasn’t about to start bawling—no way. He kept his face set in a stubborn frown. “Well, as long as you know now, remember to look after your old man. That way, if anyone ever tries to mess with you, I’ll still have your back—even if I have to hobble over there with my cane.”

Camila couldn’t help it—she burst out laughing through her tears. “Deal! I’ll take good care of you, promise!”

She gave his arm a playful squeeze, wiping away her tears, but even as she laughed, the tears kept coming.

Mr. Morris looked at the woman leaning on his shoulder, and in his mind, she was a little girl again, coming home after a tough day at school, complaining about how hard it was learning medicine, but always determined to stick it out. He remembered her clinging to him, begging for a piece of fudge or a slice of apple pie as a reward for all her hard work.

Finally, he gave in and ruffled her hair. His voice was gentle. “All those bad memories? Leave them behind. The people who didn’t value you? Forget about them. You’re doing great now, Camila. Keep looking forward. As long as I’m here, you won’t have to worry about anything getting in your way.”

“Okay!” Camila nodded eagerly, her mood finally lightening, and she broke into a genuine smile.

The air between master and apprentice cleared at last, old gripes dissolved, replaced by warmth.

Up front, Patrick, who’d been driving, caught a glimpse of them in the rearview mirror and grinned. “Well, would you look at that—Mr. Morris and Ms. Davis finally patched things up! That’s something worth celebrating!”

Truth be told, besides Camila herself, Patrick had probably been wishing for this reunion more than anyone.

Thinking of how the old man had fussed over gifts and little gestures lately, Mr. Morris couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah, now you can stop worrying about us, Patrick.”

Patrick let out a hearty laugh. “Of course, sir! Every family wants peace at home. You may have tried to hide it, but I always knew you cared about Ms. Davis.”

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