Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 773

Eric Morris took her along again for another house call, this time to see a patient whose status was anything but ordinary.

Camila Davis only realized where they were headed when they arrived: the Webb family estate—one of Cabinda’s most celebrated literary dynasties.

Their patient today was known simply as Mrs. Molly.

She was a renowned calligrapher, so famous that her works fetched millions at auction, sometimes even tens of millions. Her family history was even more impressive—eighteen generations of scholars and public figures, with ancestors who had served as royal tutors centuries ago.

No one in Cabinda would dare underestimate such a storied literary clan. Their legacy and vast network of connections were enough to leave anyone in awe.

Every prominent family in Brown County dreamed of Mrs. Molly taking their children under her wing as apprentices.

Camila couldn’t hide her surprise. But then again, considering she was here with her mentor, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Eric Morris’s patients included all manner of influential people.

Like Hamlin Sanders before her, Mrs. Molly was troubled by a stubborn illness. After a careful diagnosis, Camila confirmed it was a chronic respiratory condition that would require ongoing acupuncture and medication.

Eric, true to form, left the entire treatment in Camila’s hands, content to sit back and watch with an air of leisure.

Mrs. Molly didn’t question Camila’s abilities, but she couldn’t help taking a playful jab at Eric, “You old rascal, starting to shirk your duties so early? Passing everything off to your apprentice—doesn’t your conscience prick you even a little?”

Eric replied, utterly unabashed, “Why should it? Apprentices are there to help, aren’t they?”

Mrs. Molly shook her head with a sigh. “The older you get, the lazier you become!”

Camila didn’t know Mrs. Molly well, but listening to their banter, she couldn’t help feeling curious. The way they spoke, it almost sounded like they were old friends—maybe even more than that.

She couldn’t resist asking, “Mrs. Molly, did you and my mentor know each other before?”

Mrs. Molly’s eyes softened as she looked at Camila. “I have a good impression of you,” she said, her voice warm. “When I was young, my health was terrible. My family sent me to a medical academy to recuperate, and that’s where I met your mentor. Even back then, he was such a stick-in-the-mud—so stubborn it made me want to scream.”

As she spoke, Mrs. Molly’s smile faded into a look of quiet resignation.

Eric, remembering those days, looked a little embarrassed, forcing a wry smile.

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