All Chapters of Dr. Brandt: Billionaires’ Club Book 5: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

His lips tightened. “Because I knew I was making the biggest mistake of my life by leaving you. What we had was a very big deal to me, Jessa. After reading what you wrote, I cried for the first time since my sister died. I didn’t want to leave you, but I knew I couldn’t pass up the opportunity.” He cocked his head to the side, staring at me, then looking back to the house, “I can’t say that I regret my decision because I don’t believe in regrets. We all make decisions that lead us where we need to be. If I hadn’t gone, I wouldn’t have the career I have now, and I wouldn’t have been able to help all the children I’ve been privileged to help.“Jessa, I have to believe that there are bigger forces in the universe at work. Maybe I left while you were pregnant with our son so I’d be able to save him one day. It’s a thought, and I’ve seen too many miracles in my day-to-day work to dismiss it.”Cameron’s excuse was something that I’d ordinarily counter with a snide remark, but it resonated d

“Yes, where are we staying? I packed clothes for warm and cooler weather, like you said,” Jessa informed me.“Well, this marine layer will burn off soon, and it’ll warm up once the sun breaks through. That’s pretty much why you have to pack for all four seasons on this peninsula. It will reach about seventy-eight degrees today after the sun breaks through, and it’ll be a perfect day. Until then, gotta cover up.”“It’s so beautiful here,” Jessa said as I kept on Highway One toward Carmel-by-the-Sea. “The cypress trees are incredible.”“If you look down at the shit-stained rocks,” I said, pointing to where the gray ocean surrounded numerous rocks covered in sea lion, seal, and seagull shit, “those black mounds are sea lions and seals.”Jackson laughed while Jessa rolled her eyes, “Shitstained rocks? You should be a tour guide up here,” Jackson said with another laugh. “Oh, shit. I see one, maybe two!”“Shit-stained rocks or sea lions?” Jessa asked Jackson before looking at me. “Thanks f

She smiled, “Well, I’m here if you need anything. I know we just met, but I went through a similar situation when I moved to LA after my dad had a heart attack.”“Oh, wow,” I said. “So, you came down here with no friends too?”“No friends and my dad’s doctor ended up being a previous one-night stand,” she said with an eyebrow arch, then she shook her head and laughed and brought her attention back to the massive two-story aquarium we faced. “I was a fish out of water, and my only quote-unquote friends were a couple of evil bitches I worked for at an art gallery. And, as these stories go, those chicks happened to have a thing for my dad’s surgeon,” she ran her palms over her jeans, “Dr. Jacob Mitchell.”“Ah,” I smiled. “Well, Cam and I are just friends. There’ll be no relationships other than that for us. There’s just no way I’ll go down that road again.”“I understand that,” she nodded in understanding, “and who knows where everything goes. But I want you to know that you have a frien

Chapter Twenty-FiveCamThe car ride home was primarily quiet. I had tried to initiate conversation more than once during the drive, but Jessa wasn’t engaging. I didn’t know where it all went wrong. Perhaps she was reaching a breaking point with Jackson’s seizures, given how disruptive they were to his daily life.I’d seen many different reactions from parents in these situations, so it didn’t surprise me that she was preoccupied after the latest episode. Instead of prattling on about nonsense, I remained quiet, thinking about what I’d picked up from Jacks in the short time we’d spent together thus far.The kid was undoubtedly positive and seemed to have inherited my competitive streak, which was apparent in his athletic proficiency. However, I was most interested to see his willpower and ability to stand up in the face of adversity. I wanted to see a fighter’s mentality because, after this surgery, it would take the heart of a fucking lion to get his life back.In this short time, I

“You want?” Jessa answered with a laugh. She took a sip of her wine while I poured mine fuller than usual. “Maybe you want to tell me why you’re acting so weird?” She took the chenille throw blanket from my hands and wrapped it around her shoulders. “How about this? I want to take a walk and enjoy this crisp ocean air while I watch the waves crash into the shit-stained rocks.”I smiled and set the wine bottle down next to where I’d kicked off my shoes in the sand. Jessa’s shoes were tossed off to the side, and once I put everything together, I walked toward her on the wet sand.I slowed some, taking in this view of the woman as she moved gracefully along the shoreline. The wind breezed through her hair, tossing her golden locks in circles, as she watched the waves spraying up after crashing against the rocks in the ocean.The fog muted the sun, making it chillier than it should’ve been.“As I was saying before,” I announced as I came up to her side, “You’re a good mom. I mean that.”“