Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 397

Camila Davis couldn’t help but chuckle.

That old man was always going on about retirement, but let’s be real—he’d never actually give up his work, would he?

And sure enough, Camila was right.

Mr. Morris finished scanning the latest research files and immediately started sharing his thoughts on the project. Camila had just hit a wall, but one nudge from Mr. Morris and suddenly she saw the way through.

She marveled at it for the hundredth time: that’s what it meant to be a true mentor. Even if she’d learned almost everything about medicine from him, there was still no matching the old man’s experience. A few words from her teacher and everything clicked into place.

But when she noticed Mr. Morris suppressing a yawn, Camila figured she shouldn’t exhaust him. So when lunchtime rolled around, she took him out for a bite.

She planned to drop him back home after they ate.

Since Mr. Morris liked peace and quiet, Camila had reserved a private room on the second floor of a cozy bistro—somewhere they could enjoy a club sandwich or maybe some Caesar salad without being disturbed.

Before the food arrived, Camila excused herself to wash her hands.

On her way back, she happened to glance down at the main dining area below, and caught sight of two very familiar figures.

She paused, squinting for a better look—isn’t that… Sandra Taylor?

Sandra had a man with her—tall, broad-shouldered—but… that definitely wasn’t Jordan Smith.

Now this was interesting.

Sandra Taylor, out for lunch with another guy? Wasn’t she always glued to Jordan Smith?

Not that Camila was the gossiping type. Especially where Sandra was concerned; honestly, Camila was just annoyed to be in the same restaurant as her. What were the odds?

She turned quickly and hurried back to the private room, determined to eat and get out before anything awkward happened.

***

Downstairs.

Camila’s eyes hadn’t deceived her.

Sandra Taylor was, in fact, having lunch with a man. And from the tension in her posture as she entered their booth, it was clear she didn’t want to be there. She even sat as far from him as possible.

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