Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire Chapter 190: Re checking grandpa Luther health

anwhile.

"President Luther, there’s movent in the suburbs."

"Mr. Luther"

The rcenary with a scar curling at the corner of his mouth looked up from the computer screen, his voice steady and factual.

"Assistant Ramsey just reported movent in the suburbs."

Sinclair crossed his long legs, his immaculately tailored black suit accentuating his aristocratic poise and inscrutable deanor.

Between his slender, well-defined fingers, he idly twisted a chestnut-brown hair tie.

His striking features—chiseled yet softened by the downward cast of his eyes—gave him an air of deceptive tranquility.

"Margaret?"

"Yes."

The scarred rcenary dipped his chin in confirmation.

"This ti, their primary target is you."

He hesitated only a fraction before continuing.

"Assistant Ramsey has n tracking them every step of the way.

They’re just waiting for your orders."

"Ensure the safety of grandpa and Camilla."

Sinclair’s lips curved into a faint, chilling smile as he leaned back in his chair.

The glacial darkness in his narrowed eyes could freeze a man’s soul.

"Everything else is irrelevant."

True despair is when you’re just one step away from success, only to plunge headlong into the abyss.

"Understood!"

The rcenary with a scar at the corner of his mouth imdiately grasped the aning and relayed Sinclair’s response to Ramsey.

Sinclair tucked the brown hair tie back into the pocket over his heart and spoke slowly.

"What about Antonio?"

His voice was cool, betraying no emotion. The rcenary answered truthfully.

"No issues detected so far."

Sinclair picked up his coffee, his dark eyes narrowing imperceptibly, depths unfathomable.

"Keep watching."

Aside from those few in the capital, he trusted no one.

"Understood!"

Just then— "Mr. Luther, we’re almost at the destination."

anwhile, in the study of the Luther Family’s ancestral residence.

"I still can’t shake off my concerns," Camilla said directly to Uncle Carlos, cutting straight to the chase.

"The Rodriguez family possesses a unique acupuncture technique that can detect the toxicity of nearly all poisons in this world—even those with concealed properties."

What she left unsaid was that this technique was extraordinarily complex and ntally draining.

Even her grandfather found it challenging to perform.

Uncle Carlos’s eyes lit up with hope.

"I’ll dispatch a trusted person imdiately to fetch your dical kit."

Grandpa had shown him great kindness, and the patriarch’s health remained his foremost concern.

"No need," Camilla shook her head.

"Ramsey is already on his way with it."

She picked up a pen and paper from the desk, swiftly jotting down a list of dicinal herbs and their preparation sequence.

"There’s sothing else I need you to arrange."

"Grandfather Luther needs a dicinal bath imdiately after the acupuncture.

Gather all the herbs listed here and brew them according to the sequence and thod I’ve written.

After two hours, pour the decoction into the bathtub."

"Understood."

Uncle Carlos took the prescription with a solemn nod.

"Is there anything else you need to do?"

"I’ve already instructed Luke to secure the periter of the old residence,"

Camilla said, her beautiful eyes narrowing slightly, filled with gravity.

"As for the interior, I’m counting on you, Uncle Carlos.

No one is to approach during the acupuncture procedure.

If you notice anyone acting suspiciously, detain them imdiately." She lifted her gaze, enunciating each word deliberately.

"Rember—better to detain a hundred by mistake than let a single one slip away."

Only this way could they ensure absolute safety.

As for those proven innocent, they would naturally be released after investigation.

The young madam’s decisive manner was much like the young master’s.

This was precisely the bearing a true family matriarch should possess.

Uncle Carlos watched Camilla’s calm, thodical deanor with deep admiration.

"Yes, ma’am!" Soon, Ramsey delivered the dical kit to Camilla.

anwhile, Uncle Carlos escorted the old master to the resting quarters.

Grandpa’s eyes widened in surprise as he observed Camilla preparing the silver needles.

"Camilla, what are you—?"

"Uncle Carlos told you’ve been having frequent discomfort at night lately," Camilla said with a composed smile.

"I couldn’t help but worry, so I thought I’d give you an acupuncture session to check things thoroughly."

She didn’t elaborate further.

After all, she wasn’t sure if her suspicions were correct.

"Carlos," Grandpa Luther shot a reproachful glance at Uncle Carlos.

"Didn’t I tell you not to go blabbing to the kids?"

Camilla had only been married into the family for a short while and had already faced plenty of challenges.

On top of that, she was still tending to Sinclair’s condition—he couldn’t bear to keep troubling her.

Uncle Carlos lowered his head apologetically but remained silent.

"Uncle Carlos is the only one constantly by your side.

If he helped you hide your condition, Sinclair and I would be furious once we found out," Camilla said, gently holding the old man’s arm with a warm smile.

"Now, take off your outer robe and lie down.

Let examine you with the needles."

Her voice was filled with genuine concern.

"Only when we’re sure you’re truly alright can we rest easy."

"That’s right, Grandpa," Ramsey chid in, nodding along.

"Madam cares about you.

If you don’t cooperate, I’ll have no choice but to contact President Luther and let him know—ow!"

His words were abruptly cut short by a yelp of pain.

"You little rascal, daring to tattle on ?"

Grandpa Luther pinched Ramsey’s ear with a playful grin.

Having practically watched Ramsey grow up, the old man treated him like a grandson—which ant no rcy when it ca to discipline.

Ramsey quickly surrendered.

"I won’t!

I won’t!

Please let go!"

Uncle Carlos stood by, smiling as if this were a familiar scene, showing no sympathy for his son.

The lighthearted mont eased the tension in the room.

Grandpa Luther finally relented, unbuttoning his shirt and lying face down on the hospital bed.

"Uncle Carlos, you can go ahead with your work.

Ramsey can stay and help ," he said.

Camilla gazed at Uncle Carlos with aningful depth in her beautiful eyes.

"Understood,"

Uncle Carlos nodded in imdiate comprehension before quietly withdrawing.

As she chatted with Grandpa Luther, Camilla’s hands moved with swift precision, inserting the needles with practice ease.

The old man’s responses gradually grew fainter until, before long, he fell completely silent.

"Grandfather?

Grandfather, can you hear ?"

She called out several tis, but there was no response.

Ramsey’s eyes flickered with concern.

"Young Madam, is grandpa...?"

"Don’t worry," Camilla turned to Ramsey, her expression solemn.

"I intentionally induced his slumber. When I begin the acupuncture, no one—no matter what happens—must interrupt .

Do you understand?"

Her warning was deliberate, a precaution against those who might act rashly in desperation.

"You have my word," Ramsey replied firmly. Ramsey nodded solemnly.

Without another word, Camilla swiftly produced another set of silver needles in varying sizes and resud her ticulous work.

Her fears, it turned out, were justified. ——

anwhile, atop a luxury departnt store in San Francisco.

"What did you say?"

Tyler’s expression darkened instantly upon hearing the news over the phone.

After a quick glance toward the fitting room, he strode outside.

Only when he was certain no one was around did he speak again.

"Camilla went back to the old mansion halfway and even called Ramsey back?!"

"Yes," replied the male voice on the other end, unmistakably panicked.

"After the young mistress returned, she imdiately escorted the old master to the lounge.

They still haven’t co out, and the area is heavily guarded—no one can get close."

He swallowed hard, his voice trembling slightly.

"Boss.. you don’t think they’ve discovered sothing, do you?"