Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire Chapter 428: Stephen asked Camilla to help treat his legs

As expected.

A glimr of understanding flashed through Sinclair’s slightly narrowed eyes, but he remained silent, instead turning his gaze toward Camilla.

It was clear—he was leaving the decision entirely in her hands.

Camilla studied Stephen’s legs in silence for several seconds before speaking slowly.

"If it’s not too much trouble, Mr. ga, could you elaborate on the specifics of your condition?"

So, Sinclair hadn’t ntioned his situation.

"Not at all," Stephen replied, his expression unchanged, though his tone grew noticeably colder.

"Nerve damage from a car accident.

I was lucky enough to avoid amputation, but I lost all sensation."

When he lifted his eyes to et Camilla’s, the faint smile on his face faded slightly, his gaze darkening.

"As for compensation—if you can cure my legs, I, Stephen, am willing to promise you one thing, unconditionally."

"Unconditional" ant he would fulfill it if possible, and if not, he would spare no effort to try.

It was a weighty promise indeed.

Stephen wielded considerable influence in Country E.

With his assistance, finding her grandfather or handling other matters would beco much easier.

Even if she couldn’t cure him, even without securing that unconditional promise, she would still earn a favor.

For her, there was no downside—only benefits.

"To be honest, I’ve never encountered a case like this before.

I have no prior experience," Camilla withdrew her gaze and turned to Stephen, her eyes calm and clear.

"But if you trust , Mr. ga, I can give it a try," she said, her tone steady and composed.

"Though I can’t guarantee the final outco."

Was that... an agreent?

Stephen shifted his gaze to Sinclair, waiting to gauge his reaction.

But Sinclair didn’t even glance his way.

Instead, he picked up a fruit knife from the table and began ticulously peeling fruit, his refined profile a sight to behold.

Even a man of such noble and aloof bearing looked perfectly natural performing such a mundane task.

Sinclair’s attitude toward his wife was truly unexpected.

Understanding the implicit ssage, Stephen adjusted the rimless glasses on his nose and turned back to Camilla, his gaze now carrying a newfound weight.

"Madam Luther, your willingness to try is already more than I could ask for.

As for the results..."

Stephen lowered his gaze to glance at his own legs, a faint smile playing on his pale, composed face.

"Things can’t get any worse than they are now, can they?"

Fair point.

Camilla curled her lips slightly.

"It’s getting late today.

I’ll bring so good things and pay Mr. ga a visit tomorrow."

If Sinclair had chosen to collaborate with Stephen, he must have had so confidence in keeping an eye on him—or even controlling his every move.

So she wasn’t particularly worried about Stephen betraying her and Sinclair behind their backs. Stephen nodded with a smile.

The deal was sealed.

Sinclair placed a ticulously arranged fruit platter, complete with a fork, in front of Camilla.

"Have so."

His tone carried an unmistakable tenderness, almost coaxing.

Though greasy dishes turned her stomach, the vibrant, bite-sized fruits before her didn’t repel her.

Besides, she had to eat more fruit for the baby’s sake.

"Thanks, honey."

Sinclair remained silent, but the adoration in his eyes was almost palpable. Stephen raised an eyebrow.

Well, looks like we’re getting a full course of puppy love today.

* Ramsey kept his gaze lowered, eyes fixed on the floor as if determined not to witness any of it.

"I haven’t been feeling well, so Sinclair is just being extra attentive," Camilla said, skewering a piece of mango with a toothpick and popping it into her mouth before turning to Stephen with a smile.

"I hope you don’t mind, President ga."

"Of course not," Stephen replied, the corners of his lips curling into a faint smile that softened his pale, handso features.

"You’re too kind, Mrs. Luther."

With the business concluded, there was no need for further small talk.

Sinclair narrowed his deep, inscrutable eyes and glanced coolly at Stephen before smoothly steering the conversation elsewhere.

"President ga—"

"The discussion is over," Sinclair picked up a handkerchief and began ticulously wiping the dagger in his hand, the corners of his lips curling into a careless smirk.

"Now, Mr. ga, care to explain how you knew my wife and I would be here?"

His tone was flat, devoid of inflection, revealing nothing of his true emotions—yet the unspoken pressure in his voice was impossible to ignore.

Ramsey also turned his gaze toward Stephen.

For the CEO to let him finish speaking before pressing the question was already a show of courtesy before force.

"I did co here for a follow-up on my legs," Stephen t Sinclair’s eyes steadily, his voice low and deliberate.

"But the results weren’t for my own review."

Not for his own review?

What did Stephen an by that?

Camilla’s clear, intelligent eyes flickered with deep contemplation.

Sinclair lifted his gaze, his dark, fathomless pupils as impenetrable as an icy abyss.

"Oh?"

"President Luther and Mrs. Luther probably isn’t aware," Stephen’s lips curled into a faint smile, his deep voice laced with hidden aning.

"This hospital actually belonged to the ga family just a few hours ago."

The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Consider this information a complintary gift.

The ga family?

Camilla’s fingers paused mid-air as she was about to pick a piece of fruit, her delicate brows knitting together in confusion.

Sinclair’s gaze sharpened as he studied Stephen, his dark eyes glinting with a dangerous edge, as if probing the truth behind his words.

For a mont, the hospital room was plunged into absolute silence.

"But President ga," Ramsey spoke up, breaking the tense atmosphere with a frown, "before the acquisition, I personally had soone investigate."

"The records clearly show this hospital has been a family-owned business of the Charles family for decades."

Charles family—

A mid-tier aristocratic family in Country E, originally built on dical equipnt manufacturing.

They owned dozens of private hospitals, and this one happened to be among them.

Precisely because he was certain there were no issues, he proceeded with the subsequent formalities.

The fainting spell had been sudden—there was no way the ga family’s influence could stretch so far as to reach the hospital ahead of them and orchestrate everything in advance, right?!

"It was indeed the Charles family’s property originally, but a few years ago, the ga family secretly arranged for its acquisition.

They covered their tracks well—all the paperwork remained unchanged, so it was easy to miss," Stephen said, his gaze distant.

A mocking smile played on his pale, handso face, utterly devoid of restraint.

"Of course, all their ticulous scheming was just to keep tabs on the state of my legs at any given mont.

My original purpose for coming here today was to put their minds at ease."