Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire Chapter 144: checking Taylor’s pulse

The black Maybach glided to a smooth stop before the grand gates of the Taylor family estate.

Ramsey swiftly stepped forward to open the rear door, standing attentively at the ready.

Sinclair erged first—his tall, imposing fra unfolding gracefully from the car—before turning to gently lift Camilla into his arms.

"Sweetheart!"

Camilla’s cheeks flushed pink as she glanced at the approaching figures.

This was the Taylor residence, not the Luther Family.

Unlike her husband, she couldn’t remain so composed under others’ curious gazes.

"Mr. Sinclair!

Mrs. Camilla!"

lissa ca bounding toward them, dressed in a fitted black tee and a pleated gray mini-skirt, her face alight with excitent.

"You’re finally here!"

Ever since the incident at the hotel, she found it impossible to dislike Camilla.

And now, with Camilla here to examine her brother’s condition, gratitude outweighed everything else.

Camilla gave lissa a warm smile and nodded.

Sinclair remained as aloof and indifferent as ever, barely sparing lissa a glance before looking away.

"Is Taylor back?"

lissa was long accustod to his frosty deanor.

After all these years, she knew that aside from his wife, Camilla, Sinclair kept everyone at arm’s length—even her own brother.

"He’s inside.

Mr. Calvin just brought him back from the company."

With a sweet, enthusiastic smile, lissa nudged Sinclair aside and looped her arm through Camilla’s.

"Co on, sis, I’ll take you in."

A closer look would reveal a hint of ingratiate beneath her cheerfulness.

Recognizing this, Camilla didn’t resist and let lissa lead her inside.

Left behind, Sinclair watched their retreating figures, his lips pressing into a thin, displeased line.

Apparently, while n couldn’t get too close to Camilla, he needed to be even more wary of these overly familiar won.

From the icy aura radiating ahead, Ramsey could guess exactly what Sinclair was thinking.

Forget won—from now on, even female animals would probably be barred from clinging to the madam. Inside the Taylor Family Estate.

The overall decor exuded a warm and bright ambiance, with cream-colored furnishings dominating the space.

The balcony was adorned with lush greenery and vibrant flowers, radiating vitality.

It was a stark contrast to the Luther Family Estate she had first seen.

Camilla understood imdiately. It seed Taylor truly adored his younger sister, lissa.

In the living room, two equally distinguished n sat together, deep in conversation—a sight pleasing to the eye from afar.

Camilla glanced at her own husband, a faint smile curling her lips as she mused to herself.

Birds of a feather flock together—there’s truth to that saying.

"Brother, Brother Calvin," lissa’s voice cut through the n’s discussion.

"Mr. Luther and sister Camilla are here."

Clearly.

In just a short span of ti, her form of address had already been upgraded from "Mrs. Luther" to "Sister Camilla."

Taylor’s gaze drifted past his friend and settled on Camilla.

"Sorry to trouble you for making the trip."

No matter how much Sinclair helped him, he never felt the slightest guilt—but Camilla was different.

"You’re my Sweetheart’s friend, which ans you’re my friend too.

What’s there to apologize for?"

Camilla’s smile was radiant.

"Besides, I won so much money from you last night.

If I didn’t co today, I’d feel guilty."

Her words drew laughter from the group, lightening the atmosphere in the living room.

"Won a lot of money?

Brother, were you guys gambling yesterday?"

Only lissa looked both confused and displeased.

"Sister Camilla was there too?

Why didn’t you take along?!"

"Adult matters," Calvin reached out and patted lissa’s head.

"aren’t for kids to ddle in."

lissa frowned deeply, her lips pressed into a tight line.

She wanted to argue but held back, not wanting to delay important matters.

In the end, she could only let out an indignant huff.

Just because she was five or six years younger, they always treated her like a child, never including her in anything.

It had been like this her whole life.

So unfair!!

"Camilla, let’s begin."

Sinclair’s voice was calm and asured.

Camilla nodded and took a seat across from Taylor.

"Let check your pulse first."

Taylor gave a composed nod, gracefully rolling up his sleeve before resting his wrist in front of her.

Camilla placed her fingers lightly on his pulse, her expression focused and solemn.

Sinclair’s brow furrowed slightly as he lowered his gaze to sip his tea.

The others instinctively fell silent, the living room enveloped in stillness.

Seconds ticked by, and Camilla’s frown deepened.

How could this be?!

That troubled expression was all too familiar to Taylor.

A faint, self-deprecating smile flickered in his eyes.

As expected, he shouldn’t have held out hope.

Sinclair set down his teacup, his inscrutable gaze darkening.

"Sister Camilla," lissa’s voice trembled with cautious hesitation.

"Well?"

She was desperate for an answer, yet terrified of what it might be.

Even Calvin, whose eyes usually carried a hint of amusent, now watched Camilla with solemn intensity.

Instead of responding to lissa, Camilla turned to Taylor.

"Your other wrist.

Let check the pulse on your other hand."

Taylor hesitated briefly before extending his other wrist toward her.

Camilla placed her fingers lightly against his skin once more.

Her striking eyes, already sharp with scrutiny, now flickered with sothing deeper—sothing unreadable.

Being the closest, Taylor saw it clearly.

Yet the aning behind her gaze remained a mystery.

Five minutes later, Camilla withdrew her hand and t Taylor’s eyes.

Her breathtakingly beautiful face was now etched with icy gravity.

"Is this a good place to talk?"

"Here," Camilla scanned the surroundings, her stunning face etched with icy determination. "Is this a good place to talk?"

Taylor froze.

Not just him—even Calvin and lissa were taken aback by Camilla’s unusually solemn deanor.

Only Sinclair remained deep in thought, his dark brows furrowed.

Taylor seed to realize sothing, his lips curling into a faint, resigned smile.

"It’s fine," he said softly, his voice calm but weary.

"I already know how bad my condition is.

Just say what you need to say—I can handle it."

Over the years, he has consulted countless renowned doctors, both at ho and abroad.

Each one had examined him, sighed, and shaken their heads in regret.

In the end, they all prescribed nothing more than tonics to barely sustain his failing health.

Hope had turned to disappointnt so many tis he’d lost count.

Now, all he wanted was to use whatever ti he had left to clean up the Taylor family’s ss—and leave it in God’s hands.

In that case, even if death ca, he would have no regrets.

Camilla realized Taylor had misunderstood her aning.

She glanced at the servants nearby, her delicate brows furrowing slightly as she pondered how to phrase her words with subtlety.

Just then, Sinclair’s cool, detached voice cut through the air.

"All of you, leave."