Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire Chapter 456: who sent does men?

"Look there—"

The ga family’s informant stationed at the hospital tensed up as he watched Ramsey leading a group into the ward, his expression darkening.

"What’s going on?"

When they saw the hospital director being escorted out, followed by two doctors—who had entered earlier with him—being dragged away unconscious, they imdiately sensed sothing was wrong.

"Did soone make a move on the patient in that ward?" "How could this happen?

Didn’t the Madam say we’d wait until after the charity gala?"

"After this, they’ll definitely be on high alert. It’ll be much harder for us to act now."

"Hurry, report this to the Madam imdiately!"

"Understood."

The mont the informant moved, Ramsey got wind of it.

"Let them be.

They won’t be causing trouble for much longer."

Sinclair and Camilla received the news at the sa ti.

The hospital incident was rely an appetizer—the real main event was about to begin.

—— The ga Family Mansion, in the private lounge.

The family doctor was gently massaging Grandma ga’s temples to alleviate her throbbing headache.

"Mother," Mr. ga entered with a grim expression, casting a aningful glance at the doctor.

"You may leave now."

The doctor nodded obediently and hurried out without hesitation.

In aristocratic families like these, the less one knew about their private affairs, the better.

Now only grandma ga and her son remained in the quiet lounge.

Grandma ga slowly opened her eyes, fixing her gaze upon her son.

"Any news from Stephen’s side?"

The poison was designed to take imdiate effect.

Once consud, Stephen—already a paralyzed invalid for years—would show severe symptoms without raising suspicion.

"No,"

Mr. ga shook his head, his jaw tightening.

"The hospital just reported back.

The man by Camilla’s side... it’s confird to be Sinclair."

Though she had suspected as much, the confirmation still made grandma ga furrow her brow deeply.

So it was him after all.

No wonder Antonio had been utterly outmaneuvered, left without even a trace of his remains.

"That man is ruthless and cunning—not soone to be trifled with," grandma ga said slowly, her eyes narrowing.

"Tell our people to stay sharp and not act recklessly."

"Let’s stick to the original plan. We’ll deal with everything after the charity gala."

At this critical mont, all her energy was focused on preparing for the upcoming event.

She had neither the mind nor the ans to provoke Sinclair now.

Otherwise, if they drew his attention, they might end up losing everything.

Mr. ga’s face was stiff and grim, his silence heavy in the room.

Grandma ga knew her son well—sothing else must have happened, sothing she wasn’t yet aware of.

Her gaze sharpened as she studied him, her eyes slowly narrowing.

"Well?

What else is there?"

Under his mother’s piercing stare, Mr. ga pressed his lips together before speaking, his voice low and rough.

"An hour ago... soone made a move against Camilla at the hospital."

"What?

Grandma ga’s pupils trembled slightly, her face darkening with a terrifying chill.

"Did you order this?"

Her gaze, sharp as a blade, bore into Mr. ga.

Only a handful of people would dare to target Camilla.

"Not ," Mr. ga quickly shook his head.

"I know what you’re thinking.

Why would I invite trouble at a ti like this?"

If it wasn’t him, only one person remained.

Grandma ga studied her son for several seconds before finally looking away.

"Bring that your wife to —now!"

Her voice was hoarse with age, but the command was laced with icy nace.

Mr. ga’s lips twitched as if he wanted to say sothing, but in the end, he remained silent.

"...Understood."

anwhile, inside the room... Mrs. ga paced anxiously, her phone clutched tightly in hand.

Half a day had passed—why hadn’t the hospital called with any updates?

With each passing minute, her unease grew heavier.

She decided to call and check.

Just as she found the number, her fingers hovering over the dial button, the door swung open from the outside.

"Creak—"

The sudden sound of the door swinging open startled Madam ga just as she was about to make a phone call.

She imdiately set her phone down and turned toward the entrance, her body tense.

The butler stepped inside, giving her a slight nod.

"Madam—"

A closer look would reveal none of the usual deference on his face.

Madam ga’s nervousness instantly flared into anger as she glared at him, her eyes wide with fury.

"This is mine and Mr ga’s private room! Who gave you the nerve to barge in without my permission?!"

"My apologies, Madam.

That was an oversight on my part," the butler replied, his expression grave as he t her gaze. His voice was low and firm.

"Grandma requests your presence."

A tremor flickered through Madam ga’s eyes.

That old hag had been keeping her confined these past few days, refusing to see her.

What could she possibly want now?

Did she find out sothing? At this thought, ga’s pupils contracted slightly. "What does Mom want to see about?"

"Grandma didn’t say," the butler replied, his words carefully asured.

"You’ll know once you get there."

Madam ga sensed the shift in the butler’s deanor, and the unease in her heart grew stronger.

Her grip on the phone tightened until her knuckles turned white from the strain.

"I’m not feeling well," she said, fluttering her lashes before pressing her fingers to her temples and sinking onto the bed.

"Tell Mom that if it’s not urgent, I’ll co after I’ve rested."

Normally, the butler would have no choice but to comply, albeit reluctantly, when faced with Madam ga’s dismissive attitude.

But this ti, he remained unmoved.

"The old mistress is waiting.

It would be best if you went now, Madam.

You can rest afterward."

"I told you, I’m too unwell to even walk right now," Madam ga’s frown deepened as she took in the butler’s unyielding expression, her reluctance growing stronger by the second.

"Just deliver my ssage as I said!

Since when do you get to make decisions for ?!"

"That decision was made by Grandma on your behalf, not ," the butler replied coolly, his patience wearing thin.

The butler had no intention of wasting any more ti arguing with her.

"Since you claim to be too unwell to walk, I’ll arrange so assistance for you."

The butler turned slightly and glanced behind him.

"Two of you—escort Madam to the lounge."

"Yes, sir."

"Right away!"

Two bodyguards waiting outside promptly stepped in and moved toward Madam ga.

Her pupils constricted in shock, disbelief written across her face as she stared at the approaching n.

"How dare you?!"

Oh, they dared.

The butler watched impassively from the side.

Ignoring her protests, the bodyguards seized her arms without hesitation, one on each side, and forcibly guided her out of the room.

"Let go!"