Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire Chapter 463: Mrs. Mega attack attempt on Stephen failed

"What are you still standing there for?"

ga barked, his eyes blazing with fury as he glared at Martin, who hadn’t moved an inch.

"Get over here now!"

Martin had already been nursing thoughts of betrayal, and seeing ga’s domineering attitude only stoked his anger further.

His mind was made up.

After a fleeting glance in Stephen’s direction, he finally spoke, his voice deliberately slow.

"Can’t move. My legs are numb."

Stephen’s lips curled into a faint smile behind his silver-rimd glasses.

ga: ?!

The sudden betrayal hit him like a punch to the gut.

His vision swam with rage, his lips trembling, but no words ca out.

"You—you—"

anwhile, Grandma ga’s eyes bulged unnaturally wide as she stared at the ceiling.

Unlike before, she didn’t faint. Instead, her body began to convulse violently.

Her features twisted grotesquely—her eyes rolling, her mouth contorting.

"Mom—Mom! What’s wrong?

Don’t scare like this—"

Mr. ga stared at the sight of his mother, her face deathly pale beyond description.

Her lips trembled open and shut, but not a single coherent word could escape her quivering mouth.

"Soone—soone help!"

Mr. ga shouted toward the door, his voice strained with panic.

But the entire ga family estate was already under Stephen’s complete control. No one paid him any heed.

A stroke?

Stephen observed grandma ga’s condition, a flicker of understanding passing through his eyes.

How ironic—the proud, indomitable matriarch of the ga family, now reduced to this: her face twisted, her mouth slack, her dignity stripped away by a humiliating loss of bodily control.

The corners of his lips curled upward, the amusent slowly spreading to the very edges of his eyes.

"Mother—!"

Mr. ga, desperate and cornered, turned to Stephen his voice shaking.

"Stephen, she’s still your elder! Call your n—get a doctor here now!"

"At her age, dragging her to a hospital would only cause unnecessary suffering," Stephen replied, his tone deceptively gentle as he watched Grandma ga features contort uncontrollably.

"Tan," he continued smoothly, "arrange for Madam to be sent to the finest nursing ho in Morocco."

"No need to avoid the dia at the door.

Given the ga family’s current situation, grandma’s condition might just earn us so sympathy."

The words were spoken with chilling nonchalance, yet carried a cruelty that cut deep.

Though paralyzed by stroke, Grandma ga remained fully conscious.

Hearing Stephen’s remark, her pupils contracted violently before dilating again.

Her jaw clenched so tightly her entire body trembled with escalating fury.

After a lifeti of dignity and prestige, to be paraded before the dia in such a wretched state?

This was no different from flaying her alive in public!

"You... damned... bastard... I... won’t... let you... get away..."

Her aged fra shook even more violently as she struggled to spit out the words—whether from worsening illness or sheer rage, it was impossible to tell.

Stephen watched her in silence, offering no further response.

"Understood."

Tan ignored grandma ga entirely and followed Stephen out without hesitation.

The matter seed settled. anwhile, at the auction house, Sinclair’s phone buzzed twice.

Sinclair picked it up, glanced at it, then handed it to Camilla.

Camilla read it, her crimson lips curling slightly.

"This Stephen is quite an interesting man," she mused.

Stephen had taken the art of psychological annihilation to its absolute extre.

"Oh?"

Sinclair didn’t look at her, but his dark, fathomless eyes narrowed faintly, his tone icy.

"How interesting?"

Taylor flipped through the magazine in his hands without glancing up, though the corner of his mouth quirked slightly.

What a complete ss.

Realizing her mistake, Camilla quickly nestled back into Sinclair’s arms, murmuring soothing words to placate him.

anwhile, at the ga residence— Just when everyone thought the matter was over, an unexpected turn of events unfolded.

Madam ga, who had been slumped on the floor, suddenly grabbed a shard of broken teacup at her feet and lunged at Stephen with a furious scream.

"Stephen, you conspired with others to kill Antonio! I’ll kill you!!"

Her movent was swift.

Stephen, paralyzed from the waist down and confined to his wheelchair, had no one nearby to help him—there was no way he could dodge.

Mr. ga and the disfigured Grandma ga’s eyes lit up with eager anticipation.

Martin’s pupils constricted in shock at the sudden turn of events.

If Stephen were to et the sa fate, the ga family would surely descend into utter chaos.

Just as Madam ga lunged toward Stephen, sothing astonishing happened that left everyone in the room stunned.

Stephen braced his arms against the sides of his wheelchair, pushed himself up on his legs, and collapsed to the side—just as the porcelain shard in Madam ga’s hand slashed through empty air.

Before she could lunge at him again, Tan had already rushed in and delivered a sharp kick straight to her chest.

*Thud!*

With a dull impact, Madam ga was sent flying by Tan’s kick before crashing heavily onto the ground.

Clutching her abdon, she gasped sharply, the pain so intense she couldn’t even speak.

The blood that had flushed her swollen, battered face monts earlier now drained away, leaving her ghastly pale.

anwhile, Stephen, supported by Tan, had already settled back into his wheelchair.

"Quite the performance, sister-in-law," he remarked, leisurely dusting himself off with a handkerchief.

"Silent as a mouse until you strike like a viper."

His tone was calm, almost amused, betraying none of the chaos that had just unfolded.

Mr. ga and grandma ga exchanged glances, their faces darkening with disappointnt at the failed attack. Stephen, on the other hand, instinctively furrowed his brows.

*Damn, that was brutal.*

That kick must have packed at least a hundred pounds of force—enough to send even a man of his sturdy build flying.

Then again, the woman had brought it upon herself.

Thankfully, Stephen had managed to rise and dodge in the nick of ti.

Otherwise, the scene would’ve been painted in blood.

Wait.

At this thought, Martin’s pupils trembled slightly before widening abruptly as he stared at Stephen—or more precisely, at Stephen’s legs.

Standing up?!

There was no mistaking it—Stephen had just risen from his chair on his own before stumbling to the side.

"Mr. ga, your legs...?"

His legs had always been Stephen’s greatest vulnerability, a living testant to the humiliation he once suffered under Grandma ga’s heel.

Hearing Martin’s words, Grandma ga and ga seed to catch on as well, their gazes snapping toward Stephen in disbelief.

"Legs?"

Stephen lifted his head, arching an eyebrow. "Now that you ntion it, I suppose I forgot to share the good news," he said, a faint smile playing on his lips, though his voice remained icy.