Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire Chapter 328: Disney fireworks?"

"Mr. Sinclair and Mrs. Camilla is out of danger now," Uncle Carlos gazed at Grandpa Luther with concern.

"You should get so rest too, sir."

With the weight lifted from his heart, the elderly man seed utterly drained and didn’t refuse this ti.

"Yes, it’s ti to rest," His deep-set, aged eyes narrowed slightly.

"There’s still plenty of trash to clean up at dawn."

With Sinclair’s approval, news of the successful poison removal soon reached Calvin and Taylor.

"Thank goodness!

Mr. and Mrs. Luther has finally pulled through," Jey rubbed his sore, exhausted eyes, exhaling a long-held breath of relief.

"President Calvin, you can finally rest easy now."

"Mmm," Calvin leaned back in his chair, his striking features finally relaxing completely.

At least it went smoothly.

Otherwise, no amount of apologies could ever make up for his failure.

"President Calvin, it’s getting late," Jey glanced at his wristwatch.

"Should we head back now, or...?"

"It’s too late.

Going back now would only disturb their rest," Calvin replied languidly, pressing his fingertips to his temples.

His thin lips parted slightly.

"Let’s return to the estate first."

Perhaps Fanny would feel more at ease without him around.

It had been several days already—it was ti to send her back.

Any further delay would only make her uncomfortable.

Leaning back in his seat, Calvin closed his eyes in feigned sleep, his imposing aura inexplicably tinged with a faint sense of desolation.

Jey noticed it but didn’t dare say another word.

"Understood."

The car pulled away from the Luther Family’s territory and headed toward the Calvin family estate.

anwhile, in the living room of the villa in the western district...

Tiffany sat curled up on the sofa with her laptop, her hair tied in a neat topknot.

Her eyes remained fixed on the screen, her expression one of intense focus.

But upon closer inspection, one would notice her fingers hovering motionless over the keyboard.

Where on earth had Calvin gone? Calvin’d been away for a full day and night now.

Calvin hadn’t fully recovered yet, and Grandma Calvin was beside herself with worry.

Tiffany’s long, thick lashes fluttered slightly.

Yes, that was it—she was only worried because Grandma Calvin was.

After all, his injuries had worsened because of her.

She picked up her phone, opening the chat with Calvin, fingers poised to type sothing.

But then, fearing she might co across as intrusive, she set it back down.

This back-and-forth repeated several tis.

Just then, a warm voice broke the silence.

"Fanny—"

Grandma Calvin descended the stairs in her silk pajamas, her gaze softening as she looked at Tiffany.

"Why are you still up so late?"

Tiffany imdiately set aside her laptop and rose to help Grandma Calvin settle onto the sofa.

"I’m used to working late—not sleepy at all," she said with a twinkle in her eyes, draping her own coat over the elderly woman’s shoulders.

"What woke you up so suddenly?"

Tiffany had always adored Granny Calvin.

Ever since childhood, she’d dread of having such a warm, kind-hearted elder in her life.

But fate hadn’t been that generous to her.

"Old bones don’t sleep much," Grandma Calvin replied, her wrinkled hands clasping Tiffany’s with comforting warmth, her expression brimming with affection.

"That rascal Calvin still isn’t back?"

Tiffany nodded but quickly jumped to his defense.

"It must be sothing urgent.

Calvin ’ll co ho once he’s done."

Grandma Calvin let out a displeased huff.

"What could possibly be so urgent that he’d abandon his own grandmother and girlfriend in the middle of nowhere without a second thought?"

To an outsider, the complaint might have sounded like shaless bragging—after all, nobody in their right mind would call an eight-figure suburban villa "the middle of nowhere."

grandma was real, but this girlfriend of hers was anything but genuine.

Tiffany thought to herself, a fleeting shadow of lancholy passing through her eyes—one she didn’t even notice.

She had no right to feel discontent.

"It’s getting late.

Forget about that rascal.

Our Fanny should get so rest now."

Grandma Calvin nodded, glancing at the ti before turning her gaze back to Tiffany, her expression softening with quiet concern. "Don’t worry.

When that scoundrel finally drags himself ho, I’ll give him a proper scolding!"

"Grandma—"

A flicker of discomfort crossed Tiffany’s face, her cheeks warming.

"I really *am* working. I’m not waiting for him."

"Of course, of course.

You’re working.

Grandma misspoke," Grandma Calvin chuckled, humoring her.

"But even so, it’s far too late for work now. Ti to rest."

That’s what she said.

But whether Fanny was truly imrsed in her creative work or secretly waiting for soone—well, Grandma could tell the difference just fine.

Tiffany feared that grandma. Calvin continued speaking, the conversation might veer into uncomfortable territory, so she quickly cut it short.

"Alright, I’ll pack up and head up now," she said, a hint of fluster in her voice as she scooped up her laptop.

"Grandma Calvin, you should get so rest too."

The elderly woman gave a slow nod.

Once Tiffany had left, grandma.

Calvin summoned Gino inside.

"What’s that rascal up to now?"

Gino knew exactly what his boss was occupied with, but he didn’t dare explain.

"I’m not entirely sure, ma’am."

Grandma. Calvin could tell Gino was being evasive, but she didn’t press further.

"Tell that scoundrel that no matter what he’s doing, he’d better be back by tomorrow morning to join us for breakfast."

Gino was about to nod in agreent when grandma.

Calvin reconsidered.

"Actually, make it lunch.

Fanny just went to rest—she might not be up early enough."

"Yes, ma’am."

Gino couldn’t shake the feeling that grandma. Calvin seed to care more about Miss Tiffany than she did about Mr. Calvin himself.

The Taylor Family Estate.

Vincent likes .

When did he start liking ?

lissa lay sprawled across the bed, her cheeks flushed pink as she reminisced about every little mont shared with Vicente.

Was it when she’d tried skipping work and got caught red-handed?

Or when she’d sobbed uncontrollably after being kidnapped?

Perhaps when she’d twisted her ankle while out having fun?

Or that ti she got busted eavesdropping? ...

The more lissa thought about it, the more she cringed.

It seed like every ti she was with Vicente, she ended up in the most embarrassing situations.

So... what exactly did he like about her?

Surely not her knack for being a walking cody act?!

Frowning, lissa’s delicate, fair face twisted in confusion.

Just then—

"Knock, knock, knock—"

"Knock, knock, knock—"

The sharp rapping at the door snapped lissa out of her reverie.

She straightened up imdiately, a frown creasing her forehead as she composed herself.

"Who is it?"

"It’s ."

Vicente’s deep, magnetic voice resonated from the other side of the door.

Her pulse quickened unexpectedly—the very person she’d just been thinking about was now standing outside her door.

Caught off guard, lissa struggled to steady her breathing.

"W-what do you want?"

Realizing how flustered she sounded, she bit her lip in frustration and consciously lowered her voice.

"Is there sothing you need?"

"Didn’t you say you regretted missing the Disney fireworks?"

There was a hint of amusent in Vicente’s low, velvety tone as he continued, "I’m taking you to see them now."

Disney fireworks?

lissa’s eyes lit up instantly.

During their three-day, two-night trip to Disney, unforeseen circumstances had caused them to miss the spectacular fireworks displays both evenings.

It had been a minor disappointnt—one she hadn’t expected him to rember.

Without another thought, she scrambled off the bed.

Not even bothering to change out of her pajamas, she slipped on her slippers and rushed to open the door.