Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire Chapter 444: Somewhere that will make a woman happy

"Please go ahead,

Mrs. Luther,"

Stephen’s face remained pale, but his deanor had noticeably improved compared to earlier.

"If it’s within my knowledge, I’ll hold nothing back."

The glimr of hope that he might walk again had visibly lifted his spirits, giving him an entirely different aura.

"It’s nothing major," Camilla closed her dical kit and looked up, her gaze piercing yet understanding as she studied Stephen.

"Mr. ga, while you were in Country E, did you happen to hear of an elderly physician who shares my surna?"

Given her grandfather’s dical expertise, he wouldn’t have gone unnoticed anywhere.

Considering Stephen had even dug up details about her own dical skills—all because of his legs—it was unlikely he’d miss such a figure in Country E.

An elderly physician surnad Rodriguez?

Stephen narrowed his eyes, pondering for a few seconds before shaking his head slowly.

"No."

His voice was weak, but his tone carried absolute certainty.

"The surna Rodriguez isn’t common.

If I’d encountered or heard of soone with that na, I would’ve made the connection the mont I t you, Mrs. Luther.

But my mind draws a complete blank."

Right

. If Stephen had known about her grandfather, he would have gone straight to him instead of coming to her with a business proposal.

Though Camilla had braced herself for this answer, a flicker of disappointnt still flashed in her eyes.

She nodded silently, saying nothing.

Behind his transparent glasses, Stephen’s dark pupils glead with understanding.

Clearly, this elderly doctor—whose na she bore—ant a great deal to Camilla.

Sinclair had anticipated Stephen’s response, but seeing the look on Camilla’s face still tugged at his heart.

Sinclair rose from his seat and walked over to her, gently wrapping an arm around her waist.

"Camilla," he said, his voice deep and cool, yet carrying an unmistakable warmth reserved only for her.

"It’s ti to go."

"Alright," Camilla nodded.

"Mr. ga, make sure to rest.

I’ll co back tomorrow at the sa ti for the acupuncture session."

Beyond their mutually beneficial arrangent, she and Stephen had no other ties.

Now that the treatnt was done, it was indeed ti to leave.

The two turned to go.

"Ahem, President Luther, Mrs. Luther," Stephen’s gentle voice rang out just in ti, stopping the couple who were about to leave.

"Please wait a mont."

Sinclair’s calm gaze settled on Stephen, as if he already knew what the man was about to say.

"I still owe Mrs. Luther a favor," Stephen said, deliberately avoiding Sinclair’s piercing stare and instead turning to Camilla.

A faint, deceptive smile played on his pale yet handso face.

"If Mrs. Luther wishes to find this physician with surnad Rodriguez, I can arrange for soone to locate him."

From this round of acupuncture, it was clear she truly had the skill to cure his leg. In that case, there was no harm in redeeming his promise earlier than expected.

Of course, the main reason was that it would put his own mind at ease.

After all, the weight of the words "unconditional favor" was not insignificant.

Camilla understood Stephen’s implication but had no intention of cashing in his promise so easily.

The challenges she might face while searching for her grandfather were still unpredictable—caution was key.

"No rush.

When the ti cos, I’ll let President ga know."

Seeing that Camilla didn’t take the bait, a flicker of disappointnt flashed through Stephen’s narrowed dark eyes, though not a trace of it showed on his face.

"Very well," His voice was smooth as silk as he turned to the butler.

"Please escort President Luther and his wife out."

"Of course," The butler nodded respectfully before stepping forward, bowing slightly to Sinclair and Camilla.

"President Luther, Mrs. Luther, allow to see you out."

Camilla gave a polite nod.

But as Sinclair turned, his icy, penetrating gaze lingered on Stephen for a brief mont.

Just a single glance, yet it carried a bone-chilling intensity that Stephen couldn’t ignore.

What was that supposed to an?

His brows furrowed involuntarily, his mind racing with unspoken questions.

Inside the car, Camilla nestled into her husband’s crisp, comforting embrace, watching the scenery blur past through the window.

Suddenly, she straightened up, turning to Sinclair with realization dawning.

"Sweetheart, this isn’t the way back to the hospital."

She had always prided herself on her excellent mory.

"Hmm," Sinclair lowered his gaze to look at Camilla, his voice as gentle as his expression.

"We’re not going back to the hospital."

If not the hospital, then where?

Camilla stared at the man’s strikingly handso face, now re inches from hers, her eyes filled with confusion.

A faint smile curved Sinclair’s thin lips as he brushed his long, well-defined fingers lightly against the corner of her mouth.

"Sowhere that will make our baby happy."

Sinclair rembered every word Camilla had ever said.

To make a woman happy, it all boiled down to three simple phrases: "Yes, dear."

"Absolutely right."

"Buy whatever you want."

A place to make her happy?

Although Camilla didn’t know what Sinclair was up to, his thoughtfulness alone was enough to lift her spirits and chase away her earlier gloom.

The next mont, she glanced down at the white lab coat she was wearing.

"But we haven’t changed yet."

They couldn’t possibly go out dressed like this.

Anyone who didn’t know better might think they were pulling off so bizarre cosplay.

Watching Camilla’s conflicted expression, Sinclair chuckled softly and pulled her back into his arms.

"Don’t worry. I’ve already had everything prepared."

"Sweetheart," Camilla wrapped her arms tightly around her husband’s waist, nuzzling gently against his neck as she smiled sweetly.

"You really are the best, best, best husband in the whole world."

Important things deserved to be said three tis.

This wasn’t just praise—it was the truest thought in her heart.

The best?

It seed Camilla was too easily satisfied—what he had done was far from enough.

Sinclair remained silent, gently stroking Camilla’s back, though the faint smile at the corners of his lips deepened slightly.

Or perhaps, it would never be enough. This alone spoke volus.

When you love soone, you always feel you haven’t given enough.

When you don’t, you constantly think you’ve given too much.

anwhile.

Stephen sat in the courtyard, his cold eyes fixed on the empty space before him as he recalled the look in Sinclair’s eyes before he left.

Had he... figured sothing out?

Or did he know that *he* had figured sothing out?

The butler returned after seeing Sinclair and Camilla off, frowning slightly at the sight of Stephen’s expression.

"Sir, is your leg still bothering you?

Let take you back to your room to rest."

"No rush," Stephen shook his head, his gaze shifting into sothing more inscrutable.

"Bring my phone. I need to make a call to Sinclair."

But... hadn’t Mr. Luther just left?

Could he have forgotten sothing?

The butler, hearing Stephen’s words, scanned the room with a puzzled expression.

Though the thought crossed his mind, his movents didn’t falter for a second.

Stephen took the phone and held it to his ear.

After all, he was the one seeking a favor.