Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire
Chapter 137: (136) Carrie’s family can save Sinclair from the poisonous illness

Chapter 137: (136) Carrie’s family can save Sinclair from the poisonous illness

"No problem."

Taylor stubbed out his cigarette, his voice low and steady.

"I’ll get it done ASAP."

"Thanks."

Sinclair leaned back in his chair, his handsome face devoid of any expression.

"Cut the formalities."

Taylor could tell Sinclair wasn’t in the mood to elaborate, so he didn’t press further.

Instead, he flipped open the proposal.

"If you really mean it, give me an extra percentage point on the profits."

Sinclair flicked his cigarette butt into the ashtray, then reached over and shut the proposal with a decisive motion.

His gaze lifted to meet his friends as he replied coolly,

"Not happening."

"Figures."

Taylor chuckled, though his handsome face showed no surprise.

"After knowing you and Calvin, I’ve learned what it truly means to keep business and friendship separate."

Soon, the two steered

the conversation back to their partnership.

Meanwhile... "Madam," Ramsey visibly relaxed now that he was out of President Luther’s line of sight.

"I can’t thank you enough for today."

Had she not arrived in the nick of time, who knows what might have happened.

But the next words from Camilla nearly made his soul leave his body on the spot.

"There’s been a complication.

We won’t be able to keep the truth about the poisonous worms from Sinclair for much longer."

Her voice maintained its usual gentle composure, but a keen ear could detect the barely restrained panic beneath the surface.

"What?!"

Ramsey’s eyes bulged as if the sword of Damocles had reappeared above his head—only heavier this time.

"H-how?! Why?!"

Camilla took a moment to collect herself, exhaling slowly before glancing down at the little girl nestled in her arms.

"You’ll have to ask Carrie Ann about that."

Ask this little brat?!

Ramsey stood frozen for several seconds, his face a picture of utter bewilderment.

"Carie Ann, tell Auntie," Camilla gently stroked the little girl’s hair, her voice soft as a whisper.

"Was that golden silkworm that flew out of you just now... a poisonous worm?"

Ramsey: ?!

Every word his boss said made sense individually, but strung together, they might as well have been ancient hieroglyphs!

Carie Ann blinked up at Camilla, her long, thick lashes fluttering like butterfly wings.

Her grandmother and older sister had always warned her—never, ever tell anyone about the poisonous worms.

But Auntie had saved her.

She was a savior, not just "anyone."

Without hesitation, the little girl nodded.

So it was true.

Though Camilla had suspected as much, her fingers still curled involuntarily at the confirmation.

Seeing her reaction, Carie Ann immediately grabbed her hand, shaking her head frantically, her small face etched with worry.

"Auntie knows, Auntie isn’t scared," Camilla instantly understood and softened her expression, warmth returning to her smile.

"You let that uncle carry you because you sensed a poisonous worm inside him... or rather, the golden worm inside you detected it in him, didn’t it?"

Carrie nodded slightly.

As long as any venomous insects drew near, the creature inside her—Huahua—could sense them.

Ramsey stood there, utterly dumbfounded.

"So," Camilla’s beautiful eyes shimmered with hope as she continued in a gentle voice, "can you remove the poison from Uncle’s body?

Or... perhaps your family can?"

Her emphasis clearly lay on the latter part of the question. After all, Carrie was far too young.

The little girl first shook her head dejectedly, then quickly nodded several times in succession.

She hadn’t yet begun formally learning the art of venomous enchantment.

Though Huahua was incredibly powerful, she still couldn’t fully control it.

But Grandma and her sister—they definitely could.

They were the most skilled enchanters in the entire village!

"You mean..." Camilla narrowed her eyes slightly.

"You can’t, but your family can, right?"

The little girl nodded again.

The crushing weight that had been suffocating Camilla eased slightly at this moment.

She gazed at the child with tender warmth.

"Carie Ann, thank you."

Through their exchange, Ramsey finally pieced everything together.

"Madam, can we trust what she’s saying?"

"Whether we can or not, it’s the only hope we have right now,"

Camilla replied, her voice regaining its gentle yet resolute tone.

"Any updates from the police?"

"Not yet," Ramsey shook his head.

"Those two are repeat offenders—they’ve committed too many crimes, and the interrogation is still ongoing."

"Send someone to wait at the station," Camilla said, her expression icy but her words methodical.

"The moment there’s a lead, deploy everyone available.

We must find Carie Ann’s family as soon as possible."

She turned to Ramsey, her voice heavy with concern.

"We need to find it before Sinclair discovers what’s going on." ——

Meanwhile.

Inside the luxurious private ward of Porter Corporation’s hospital, the air was thick with tension.

"Exactly,"

Tyler replied, his lips curling into a smile that didn’t reach his cold, shadowed eyes.

"You hate Camilla, don’t you?"

"I do hate her," Sandra spat through gritted teeth, her face twisted with venomous resentment as she glared at him.

"But I hate you even more."

She leaned forward slightly, her voice dripping with fury.

"In all my life, no one has ever dared to scheme against me like this—you’re the first."

Tyler reclined in his wheelchair, his earlier amusement fading as he spoke with deliberate calm.

"I’ve told you—my only intention was to get closer to you. I never meant to set you up."

His fingers tapped lightly on the armrest.

"What happened at the banquet was entirely Sinclair and Camilla’s doing.

By the time you entered that room, they had already restrained me."

Sandra’s brows knitted together in disgust.

"And why should I believe a word you say?"

She scoffed, her voice laced with disdain.

"After all, you and your mother are hardly what anyone would call trustworthy."

Lying there in her hospital bed, she had pieced together every detail of their twisted game.

It was clear now that Margaret’s orchestration from start to finish had been premeditated.

She had been collaborating with Tyler all along, luring Sandra into their trap step by step.

"Given how things have unfolded," Hearing the undisguised contempt in Sandra’s voice, Tyler arched an eyebrow and let out a cold, mocking laugh.

"Whether what I say is true or not, whether you believe it or not—none of that changes anything now, does it?"

"You—" Sandra’s fists clenched tightly atop the bedsheets, her eyes burning with resentment.

As much as she hated to admit it, Tyler was right.

After a long silence, she spoke again, her tone dripping with skepticism.

"Why would you team up with me to go after Camilla?

There’s no bad blood between you two, is there?"

"Sandra, haven’t you figured it out yet?"

A faint smirk played at the corners of Tyler’s lips, his gaze inscrutable.

"We’re in this together now—two grasshoppers tied to the same rope.

We have to cooperate," he said slowly.

"Camilla is your enemy. Naturally, I’ll help you take her down."

"Is that really all there is to it?"

Sandra’s face was etched with disbelief.

"That’s the root cause.

As for the rest..." Tyler’s eyes narrowed slightly, his voice dropping to a lower register.

"Would revenge against Sinclair count?"

Hearing this, Sandra actually found herself convinced.

Given the notorious tension between Tyler and Sinclair, it made perfect sense that he’d target Camilla to get back at his rival.

"What do you want me to do?"

"The top priority, of course, is to take control of the Porter family from your father as soon as possible."

Tyler leaned back in his wheelchair, a predatory glint in his eyes.

"Only then can you deal with Camilla without interference."

His gaze lingered on the angry red mark swelling across Sandra’s delicate cheek.

His tone feigned sympathy, but his eyes remained cold and detached.

"You wouldn’t want something like today to happen again, would you?"

Of course she didn’t. If the Porter family fell into her hands, no one would dare lay a finger on her again.

Sandra remained silent, her pale, exquisite face twisting with bitterness and malice.

At the entrance of the Luther Family Estate.

"Madam," Ramsey looked at Camilla with a solemn expression, his voice low and steady.

"I’ll take my leave now. Should you need anything, just say the word."

"Wait."