Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire
Chapter 148: It was pass down from your mother

Chapter 148: It was pass down from your mother

One drop.

Then another.

Dark, inky blood seeped from the puncture marks left by the silver needles.

Gradually, the droplets merged into a slow trickle, tracing the contours of Taylor’s skin before pooling at his abdomen and finally soaking into the fabric of his black dress pants, vanishing without a trace.

Even the usually unflappable Calvin couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the sight.

Melissa, on the other hand, clapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with shock.

"These are the toxins that have been lying dormant in his body," Camilla murmured, her beautiful eyes narrowing slightly as her voice dropped to a grave tone.

"Just as I suspected."

As she spoke, she reached for a silver bowl, intending to collect the dark blood dripping down Taylor’s waist.

"Let me."

Sinclair, noticing her intention, frowned slightly.

"Tell me what to do."

"Alright."

Camilla finally realized that the spot where the black blood was dripping wasn’t exactly convenient, so she nodded repeatedly and handed over the silver bowl.

"Here, you do it."

Calvin, who was supporting Taylor, rolled his beautiful peach-blossom eyes in exasperation.

Lovebirds really were everywhere.

At Camilla’s request, Sinclair swiftly and efficiently caught the dripping black liquid in the silver bowl.

Wherever the liquid touched the bowl, a faint black stain spread.

Fifteen minutes later.

"That should be enough," Camilla checked the time and said solemnly.

"I’m pulling out the needles now."

Even as she spoke, her hands were already moving.

Taylor’s brows were tightly furrowed, and he lacked even the strength to open his eyes.

Still, he could feel the pain in his body gradually subsiding.

The removal of the needles was clearly much faster than their insertion, and it was soon over.

Only then did everyone notice that the parts of the silver needles that had been inside Taylor’s body had also darkened slightly.

"Alright," Camilla tossed the silver needle into a silver bowl and turned her gaze to Taylor, who had just opened his eyes.

"How do you feel?"

"Much better," Taylor replied, his forehead glistening with cold sweat, yet a flicker of hope ignited in his weary eyes.

The relief was palpable—like a crushing weight had been lifted from his chest, making every breath easier than before.

Hearing this, Calvin let out a quiet sigh of relief.

Melissa, unable to contain her excitement, blurted out, "Sis Camilla, what kind of poison was my brother infected with?"

Taylor, Calvin, and the others all turned to Camilla, their expressions a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

"Ancestry poison" Camilla answered calmly, sniffing the dark blood in the silver bowl before continuing.

"It’s a slow-acting poison passed down for centuries, one that gradually eats away at the internal organs.

By the time symptoms fully manifest, it’s beyond any cure—only death awaits."

Her voice grew solemn as she locked eyes with Taylor.

"But the poison in your system is unusual.

It’s been there for over twenty years."

Twenty years?

Keep in mind, Taylor was only in his twenties.

Camilla’s words left everyone in the room stunned.

Taylor’s brows furrowed deeply.

"Are you saying the poison in my body was contracted when I was a child?"

"If I’m not mistaken, it was passed down from your mother," Camilla shook her head and continued, her voice measured.

"But the fact that you’ve survived this long suggests the toxicity wasn’t severe initially.

The recent decline in your health likely means someone deliberately triggered the poison again—tampering with something behind the scenes."

Her tone darkened.

"You should pay close attention to your diet over the past few years."

The implication behind her words was unmistakable.

Diet?!

The person responsible for his and Melissa’s meals and daily needs was someone he trusted implicitly.

Could there really be a problem there too?!

Taylor pressed his lips together, silent.

But the veins bulging on the back of his hand betrayed his inner turmoil.

The living room fell into absolute silence.

The atmosphere grew heavy, thick with tension.

"What about Melissa?"

"If the toxin was transmitted from the mother,"

Taylor said with a grave expression, his gaze fixed on Camilla, "could Melissa also be affected?"

This was his greatest concern—the question that weighed heaviest in his mind.

"Don’t worry," Camilla replied firmly, shaking her head.

"Given the age difference between you and Melissa, the fact that she was born at all suggests your parents must have found some expert to neutralize the toxin."

"That’s a relief,"

Taylor murmured, nodding as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

"Camilla," Melissa interjected urgently, voicing the question that burned in her heart.

"Can you cure this poison?"

Her wide eyes shimmered with hope, yet beneath it lurked a flicker of fear.

Beside her, Calvin watched Camilla intently, his expression equally solemn.

"Alright."

Under the collective gaze of the group, Camilla gave a firm nod.

"As long as we find the key medicinal ingredients, I can prepare the antidote within three days.

Combining it with acupuncture will yield even better results."

Her words sent a visible tremor through Taylor’s body, while Melissa stood frozen in shock.

Before they could fully process this unexpected hope, Camilla continued.

"However, some of these key ingredients might be particularly hard to come by."

"No problem, no problem at all!"

Melissa bobbed her head eagerly, her voice quivering with barely contained excitement.

"Our Taylor family owns numerous pharmaceutical enterprises.

If medicine exists in this world, we’ll find a way to procure it."

"Exactly," Calvin chimed in without missing a beat.

"And if the Taylor family can’t locate something, between me and Sinclair, we’ll make sure it’s found."

"True enough," Camilla acknowledged with a knowing smile, nodding in agreement. "Then I’ll write down the medicinal ingredients for you."

"Sinclair," Taylor suddenly spoke up, his voice measured.

"There are some medical details I’d like to discuss privately with Miss Luther.

Would that be alright?"

Sinclair turned his gaze toward Camilla.

"Of course," Camilla nodded before Sinclair could respond.

Truth be told, she also had matters she wished to consult Taylor about.

—— Meanwhile, at the Porter residence.

"Grandfather," Sandra said earnestly, her hands folded properly in her lap.

"I’m willing to get engaged to Tyler to restore our family’s reputation."

She cast a quick glance at Mr. Porter before continuing, "I’ll also begin properly studying the family business operations. I promise I won’t let you down again."

Getting involved in the company affairs?!

Mr. Porter’s eyes darkened as he shot a venomous glare at Sandra.

What was she playing at?

His jaw clenched as he stared at her.

Was she trying to snatch the porter Corporation right from under him?!

Sandra noticed his hostile gaze but paid no mind, keeping her earnest eyes fixed on grandpa Porter instead.

"Grandpa—"

The elderly man studied her with profound intensity. He had poured endless effort and care into grooming this granddaughter, all in hopes she could restore the Porter family’s former glory.

In terms of capability, Sandra was more than competent—it was just that she’d been too preoccupied chasing after Sinclair before to bother with the family business.

Perhaps now was the opportune moment.

After a prolonged silence, grandpa Porter finally spoke in a measured tone.

"Very well.

But mark my words—"

His aged face remained as cold and unfeeling as stone.

"This is the last chance I—and the Porter family—will give you."

His deep, piercing eyes narrowed slightly, radiating an unmistakable chill.

"If you continue to disregard the Porter family’s reputation and act recklessly, I will disown you as my granddaughter.

You will be stripped of your status as a direct descendant of the Porter family—permanently."

Everything Sandra had—her power, her privilege—was tied to her identity as the Porter family’s only heiress.

She knew exactly how grave her grandfather’s words were.

The vengeful thoughts she harbored against Camilla wavered, her resolve faltering.

"...Understood."

What Sandra didn’t realize then was this: Some things, once set in motion, could never be undone.

Or rather—Camilla wouldn’t allow her to turn back.

And soon enough, word of what had transpired in the Porter household would reach the ears of Sinclair and Camilla.