Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire Chapter 149: You are my savior now

The study was quiet, the air thick with unspoken tension.

"Miss Rodriguez," Taylor’s voice broke the silence, his tone asured yet carrying an undercurrent of gravity.

His clear eyes fixed on her with an intensity that belied his calm exterior.

"I have two questions, and I hope for honest answers."

"Of course," Camilla nodded slightly, the corners of her lips curling into a composed smile.

"Also, just call Camilla."

When asking for help, it was always better to close the distance—politeness could sotis be a barrier.

"Alright."

Taylor’s expression remained composed, but his voice took on a heavier note, as if weighing each word carefully.

"The Taylor family has consulted countless renowned doctors over the years—both Eastern and Western dicine experts.

Yet not a single one ever ntioned poison as a factor."

His gaze sharpened, dark and unfathomable, like the depths of a still lake hiding unseen currents.

"Is it possible... they deliberately concealed the truth?"

If so, then the rot within the Taylor family ran far deeper than he had ever imagined.

"Probably not," Camilla shook her head, her delicate face solemn.

"The poison in your system has already seeped into every vein and ridian.

Unless a physician is familiar with this specific toxin, they’d only notice symptoms like organ failure and declining bodily functions—nothing more."

Her voice was low, carrying the weight of certainty.

"The reason I can tell is twofold.

First, I read about the properties of this poison in my grandfather’s dical notes.

Second... your condition has worsened compared to before."

She t Taylor’s gaze steadily before continuing.

"Even if you consulted renowned doctors now, they might still miss it."

This alone was proof that Taylor hadn’t sought dical attention in a long ti.

So that’s how it was.

The tension in Taylor’s brow gradually eased, and the oppressive air around him softened.

"Thank you," he said, his lips curving into a faint, almost imperceptible smile devoid of warmth.

"One more question."

His eyes locked onto hers, steady and unflinching.

"How much longer do I have to live?"

Taylor knew the truth all too well.

Even if the poison were neutralized now, the damage to his organs and bodily functions was irreversible.

So, how much ti is left?

That’s what he most wanted to know.

Being ntally prepared was far better than closing his eyes without knowing if he’d ever wake up again.

"If you ask others this question, they’d only give you vague answers," Camilla slowly lifted her striking eyes, her voice calm but resolute.

"But I can tell you with certainty—if you fully cooperate with my treatnt, you’ll live another thirty years without a doubt.

And if you take good care of yourself afterward, you might even last longer."

Thirty years?

Or more?!

For a mont, even soone as composed as Taylor felt a sense of unreality.

He straightened in his seat, his sharp gaze fixed on Camilla, lips pressed tightly together, the line of his jaw tensing.

As if trying to discern whether her words were true.

The study fell into a brief silence.

"Don’t worry," Camilla finally spoke, breaking the quiet after several minutes.

"You really can live another thirty years.

When it cos to dicine, I never make promises I can’t keep."

Of course, that was sothing she had learned from her grandfather.

Taylor’s tense posture relaxed as he listened to Camilla’s words.

"Don’t get wrong," he said, the corners of his lips lifting slightly as his handso face regained its usual gentle smile. "

It’s not that I doubt your dical skills—I just don’t believe I could be this lucky."

Camilla curved her lips faintly, her beautiful eyes lowering slightly.

She was clearly considering how to phrase what she wanted to say next.

"You’re my savior now," Taylor remarked softly, taking a sip of tea before lifting his gaze to et hers.

"If there’s anything you want to ask or need my help with, just say the word.

As long as it’s within my power, I won’t refuse."

As expected.

Dealing with intelligent people was always effortless.

Camilla was still contemplating how to broach the subject when Taylor’s words caught her off guard.

A flicker of surprise crossed her face before she exhaled in relief.

"There is indeed sothing I need your help with," she said, her gaze steady as she t Taylor’s eyes.

Her voice carried a weight of seriousness. "But there’s one condition—you absolutely cannot ntion this to Sinclair."

Taylor didn’t respond imdiately. Instead, he studied her intently, his expression unreadable.

"If you agree to that, I’ll continue. If not, consider this conversation never happened."

Camilla’s beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, her tone firm yet laced with an unspoken warning.

"Of course," Taylor replied calmly, his voice asured but resolute.

"Regardless, the treatnt plan remains unchanged."

"Does this involve Sinclair?"

"...Yes,"

Camilla admitted, her lips curving into a faint, helpless smile.

She had never expected to keep this hidden when making her request.

"Let’s hear it," Taylor set down his teacup, his dark eyes fixed intently on Camilla.

"One thing I can promise," he said in a asured tone.

"Whether I agree or not, this conversation will stay between us.

I won’t ntion it to Sinclair."

"Good."

Camilla nodded, trusting in Taylor’s integrity. She lowered her lashes slightly, crimson lips parting as she made her request.

"I need you to use the Taylor family’s connections to find the most skilled expert in countering bound-Link poison."

Her voice carried quiet urgency.

"Money is no object—just get them to the capital."

Due to Sinclair’s situation, she couldn’t fully mobilize the Luther Family’s resources. She couldn’t just wait for Luke and others to search blindly like finding a needle in a haystack, nor could she solely rely on the family Carrie Ann ntioned—there was no telling how long that might take.

Of course, she could ask Calvin for help.

But while the opportunity was one matter, she feared soone as sharp as Calvin might connect this to Michael.

If anything happened because of that, Sinclair would surely grow suspicious.

After careful consideration, Taylor was the most suitable choice.

Another sorcerer?!

The words Sinclair had ntioned imdiately flashed through Taylor’s mind.

Though his expression remained unchanged, his eyes darkened slightly.

"May I ask why?"

"I’m sorry," Camilla pressed her lips together and shook her head slowly. Until she was certain, she couldn’t reveal anything.

Taylor leaned back on the sofa, his gentle face unreadable as he pondered the situation.

Camilla waited in silence. In the living room...

"Sinclair," Calvin propped his chin lazily on one hand.

"What do you think Taylor and Camilla are discussing alone? It’s been over half an hour already."

lissa also turned to Sinclair with curiosity. Clearly, in her mind, Sinclair knew everything.

"Want to know?"

The man slowly opened his half-lidded eyes, his expression detached and indifferent.

Before Calvin could respond, lissa was already nodding eagerly.

Sinclair’s dark eyes flickered toward a certain direction, his thin lips curling into a faint, almost imperceptible smirk.

"The study is right over there."

"Huh?"

lissa followed Sinclair’s gaze toward the study, then turned her puzzled eyes back to Calvin.

"Brother Calvin, what does Brother Sinclair an by that?"

Calvin’s peach-blossom eyes narrowed slightly, his voice laced with lazy amusent.

"He’s telling you to eavesdrop."

"No way!"

lissa instinctively recoiled.

"How could I do sothing like that?"

Her gaze darted back toward the study, a fleeting hesitation flashing in her eyes.

"Besides, if my brother finds out, he’ll be furious."

Calvin took in her conflicted expression, the corners of his lips curling higher.

anwhile, Sinclair idly twirled his teacup between his fingers, his refined features cold and unreadable—as if he hadn’t heard a single word of their exchange.