Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire
Chapter 149: You are my savior now

Chapter 149: You are my savior now

The study was quiet, the air thick with unspoken tension.

"Miss Rodriguez," Taylor’s voice broke the silence, his tone measured yet carrying an undercurrent of gravity.

His clear eyes fixed on her with an intensity that belied his calm exterior.

"I have two questions, and I hope for honest answers."

"Of course," Camilla nodded slightly, the corners of her lips curling into a composed smile.

"Also, just call me Camilla."

When asking for help, it was always better to close the distance—politeness could sometimes be a barrier.

"Alright."

Taylor’s expression remained composed, but his voice took on a heavier note, as if weighing each word carefully.

"The Taylor family has consulted countless renowned doctors over the years—both Eastern and Western medicine experts.

Yet not a single one ever mentioned poison as a factor."

His gaze sharpened, dark and unfathomable, like the depths of a still lake hiding unseen currents.

"Is it possible... they deliberately concealed the truth?"

If so, then the rot within the Taylor family ran far deeper than he had ever imagined.

"Probably not," Camilla shook her head, her delicate face solemn.

"The poison in your system has already seeped into every vein and meridian.

Unless a physician is familiar with this specific toxin, they’d only notice symptoms like organ failure and declining bodily functions—nothing more."

Her voice was low, carrying the weight of certainty.

"The reason I can tell is twofold.

First, I read about the properties of this poison in my grandfather’s medical notes.

Second... your condition has worsened compared to before."

She met Taylor’s gaze steadily before continuing.

"Even if you consulted renowned doctors now, they might still miss it."

This alone was proof that Taylor hadn’t sought medical attention in a long time.

So that’s how it was.

The tension in Taylor’s brow gradually eased, and the oppressive air around him softened.

"Thank you," he said, his lips curving into a faint, almost imperceptible smile devoid of warmth.

"One more question."

His eyes locked onto hers, steady and unflinching.

"How much longer do I have to live?"

Taylor knew the truth all too well.

Even if the poison were neutralized now, the damage to his organs and bodily functions was irreversible.

So, how much time is left?

That’s what he most wanted to know.

Being mentally prepared was far better than closing his eyes without knowing if he’d ever wake up again.

"If you ask others this question, they’d only give you vague answers," Camilla slowly lifted her striking eyes, her voice calm but resolute.

"But I can tell you with certainty—if you fully cooperate with my treatment, you’ll live another thirty years without a doubt.

And if you take good care of yourself afterward, you might even last longer."

Thirty years?

Or more?!

For a moment, even someone as composed as Taylor felt a sense of unreality.

He straightened in his seat, his sharp gaze fixed on Camilla, lips pressed tightly together, the line of his jaw tensing.

As if trying to discern whether her words were true.

The study fell into a brief silence.

"Don’t worry," Camilla finally spoke, breaking the quiet after several minutes.

"You really can live another thirty years.

When it comes to medicine, I never make promises I can’t keep."

Of course, that was something she had learned from her grandfather.

Taylor’s tense posture relaxed as he listened to Camilla’s words.

"Don’t get me wrong," he said, the corners of his lips lifting slightly as his handsome face regained its usual gentle smile. "

It’s not that I doubt your medical skills—I just don’t believe I could be this lucky."

Camilla curved her lips faintly, her beautiful eyes lowering slightly.

She was clearly considering how to phrase what she wanted to say next.

"You’re my savior now," Taylor remarked softly, taking a sip of tea before lifting his gaze to meet hers.

"If there’s anything you want to ask me or need my help with, just say the word.

As long as it’s within my power, I won’t refuse."

As expected.

Dealing with intelligent people was always effortless.

Camilla was still contemplating how to broach the subject when Taylor’s words caught her off guard.

A flicker of surprise crossed her face before she exhaled in relief.

"There is indeed something I need your help with," she said, her gaze steady as she met Taylor’s eyes.

Her voice carried a weight of seriousness. "But there’s one condition—you absolutely cannot mention this to Sinclair."

Taylor didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he studied her intently, his expression unreadable.

"If you agree to that, I’ll continue. If not, consider this conversation never happened."

Camilla’s beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, her tone firm yet laced with an unspoken warning.

"Of course," Taylor replied calmly, his voice measured but resolute.

"Regardless, the treatment plan remains unchanged."

"Does this involve Sinclair?"

"...Yes,"

Camilla admitted, her lips curving into a faint, helpless smile.

She had never expected to keep this hidden when making her request.

"Let’s hear it," Taylor set down his teacup, his dark eyes fixed intently on Camilla.

"One thing I can promise," he said in a measured tone.

"Whether I agree or not, this conversation will stay between us.

I won’t mention it to Sinclair."

"Good."

Camilla nodded, trusting in Taylor’s integrity. She lowered her lashes slightly, crimson lips parting as she made her request.

"I need you to use the Taylor family’s connections to find me the most skilled expert in countering bound-Link poison."

Her voice carried quiet urgency.

"Money is no object—just get them to the capital."

Due to Sinclair’s situation, she couldn’t fully mobilize the Luther Family’s resources. She couldn’t just wait for Luke and others to search blindly like finding a needle in a haystack, nor could she solely rely on the family Carrie Ann mentioned—there was no telling how long that might take.

Of course, she could ask Calvin for help.

But while the opportunity was one matter, she feared someone as sharp as Calvin might connect this to Michael.

If anything happened because of that, Sinclair would surely grow suspicious.

After careful consideration, Taylor was the most suitable choice.

Another sorcerer?!

The words Sinclair had mentioned immediately flashed through Taylor’s mind.

Though his expression remained unchanged, his eyes darkened slightly.

"May I ask why?"

"I’m sorry," Camilla pressed her lips together and shook her head slowly. Until she was certain, she couldn’t reveal anything.

Taylor leaned back on the sofa, his gentle face unreadable as he pondered the situation.

Camilla waited in silence. In the living room...

"Sinclair," Calvin propped his chin lazily on one hand.

"What do you think Taylor and Camilla are discussing alone? It’s been over half an hour already."

Melissa also turned to Sinclair with curiosity. Clearly, in her mind, Sinclair knew everything.

"Want to know?"

The man slowly opened his half-lidded eyes, his expression detached and indifferent.

Before Calvin could respond, Melissa was already nodding eagerly.

Sinclair’s dark eyes flickered toward a certain direction, his thin lips curling into a faint, almost imperceptible smirk.

"The study is right over there."

"Huh?"

Melissa followed Sinclair’s gaze toward the study, then turned her puzzled eyes back to Calvin.

"Brother Calvin, what does Brother Sinclair mean by that?"

Calvin’s peach-blossom eyes narrowed slightly, his voice laced with lazy amusement.

"He’s telling you to eavesdrop."

"No way!"

Melissa instinctively recoiled.

"How could I do something like that?"

Her gaze darted back toward the study, a fleeting hesitation flashing in her eyes.

"Besides, if my brother finds out, he’ll be furious."

Calvin took in her conflicted expression, the corners of his lips curling higher.

Meanwhile, Sinclair idly twirled his teacup between his fingers, his refined features cold and unreadable—as if he hadn’t heard a single word of their exchange.