Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire
Chapter 288: Memory of the past

Chapter 288: Memory of the past

"I’m feeling a bit tired," Camilla murmured softly, sensing the barely restrained fury radiating from Sinclair.

She tightened her grip on his hand, her voice gentle yet insistent.

"Sweetheart, let’s go back and rest for now, okay?"

Sinclair was far too perceptive.

If she could piece things together, there was no way he hadn’t already.

If the truth about what happened back then really did involve the Luther Family... she couldn’t bear to imagine the devastation it would wreak on him.

The deeper the bond, the more devastating the betrayal.

Just like in her past life, when she discovered after her death that the one who had hired assassins to harm her was none other than the uncle she had considered her only family.

Sinclair’s dark, brooding gaze met Camilla’s—those beautiful eyes filled with nothing but concern for him.

The ice in his expression thawed slightly..

"Alright."

His voice was low and rough, deliberately softened, yet the undercurrent of suppressed rage still lingered.

Sinclair rose, pulling Camilla into his arms as they walked out together..

Only then did Camilla and Ramsey feel the slightest easing of the tension in their chests.

Sinclair’s gaze fell upon the woman whose limbs were nailed to the wall, his dark eyes once again turning icy and fathomless.

"Keep her alive until we get the truth," he said, his thin lips parting slightly.

His strikingly handsome face was as cold as forged steel, so intimidating that one couldn’t bear to meet his eyes.

"Also, send someone to track down her current family."

His tall, imposing figure stood in the shadows by the door, the chilling aura around him blending seamlessly with the darkness..

"Yes, sir!"

Ramsey understood why he specified "current."

This woman had repeatedly formed new families during her years on the run, using them as cover to hide her true identity. Family?

Ms. Tina’s bloodshot pupils trembled, her mind reeling with terror.

The man before her, as beautiful as a god, now seemed like a monstrous devil in her eyes.

"They know nothing about what I’ve done

Sinclair, no—"

Her voice quivered, whether from pain or sheer terror..

"President Luther, you can’t do this... you can’t..."

"What *you’ve* done?"

Sinclair arched an eyebrow and repeated languidly, his narrowed dark eyes glinting with undisguised amusement.

"Didn’t you claim you did nothing wrong?"

His voice, though devoid of inflection, carried an oppressive weight that seemed to choke the air.

Ms. Tina’s pupils dilated abruptly before shrinking again, her lips trembling soundlessly as if words had deserted her.

Faced with a life-or-death moment, she found herself utterly paralyzed.

With a dismissive glance, Sinclair withdrew his gaze and wrapped an arm around Camilla, leading her away.

Upon returning to the Luther Family estate, Sinclair immediately took Luke into the study.

Meanwhile, Camilla went to administer acupuncture to Grandpa Luther.

Dr. Alex stood quietly to the side, occasionally jotting notes in his notebook.

This wasn’t some furtive attempt to steal knowledge—he observed openly, without pretense.

Camilla didn’t stop him.

In fact, when certain techniques required special attention, she deliberately pointed them out and explained them to Dr. Alex.

Medical knowledge, after all, was meant to be shared—the more people who mastered it, the more lives could be saved.

When the final needle was withdrawn, Grandpa Luther didn’t rest as he usually did.

Instead, his voice was low and grave, he spoke.

"Camilla... what’s going on with Sinclair?"

The question lingered heavily in the air.

"Did something happen?"

Though phrased as a question, the old man’s tone carried certainty.

Grandpa Luther had watched this child grow up before his very eyes.

Whether something was amiss, he could tell at a glance.

Camilla’s lashes fluttered slightly as she lowered her gaze.

She had known all along that Grandpa would sense it.

After all, emotions were impossible to hide from those closest to you.

"Grandpa," Camilla didn’t answer directly.

Instead, she lifted her head and met Grandpa Luther’s eyes.

"Could you tell me about what happened to the Luther Family twenty years ago?"

Twenty years ago?

Though Camilla didn’t elaborate, Grandpa Luther understood immediately.

"Sinclair.. was it because of that incident?"

The pen in Dr. Alex’s hand froze mid-scribble, his eyes flickering with sorrow.

Back then, he had already been serving the Luther Family.

Not only had he witnessed the death of the madam with his own eyes, but he had also been the one to sign her death certificate.

The memory of that event was etched deeply into his mind.

Sensing the gravity of the conversation, he quietly excused himself and stepped out.

Camilla pressed her lips together slightly and nodded.

There was no point hiding it—Grandfather would find out sooner or later.

Grandpa Luther sighed, his aged yet profound eyes brimming with heartache.

"For a child as young as Sinclair was back then, it truly was too cruel."

Grandpa Luther paused, then turned to Camilla and spoke slowly.

"My dear, what is it you wish to know?"

Camilla’s expression turned solemn.

"Everything."

Only by knowing the full truth could she pull Sinclair out of the abyss of his past as quickly as possible.

Grandpa Luther nodded slowly, his deep-set eyes narrowing slightly as he gazed into the distance, lost in thought.

"Back then, Jonathan went on a business trip to H City.

Somehow, he crossed paths with Margaret.."

Meanwhile, in the study.

"President Luther—"

Luke strode in briskly.

Sinclair stood by the window, a cigarette between his fingers.

His tall, lean frame seemed to dissolve into the darkness of the unlit room.

Sensing the oppressive aura radiating from Sinclair, Luke instinctively softened his breathing and stood still, awaiting orders.

Only after finishing the cigarette did Sinclair finally turn around.

The dim light filtering through the window casts shadows across his strikingly handsome face, accentuating the sharp angles of his features.

"Send someone immediately to investigate every move Jonathan has made over the years."

His dark eyes, hidden in the gloom, burned with an abyss of bone-chilling intensity.

"Report every single detail, no matter how trivial."

Investigate Mr. Jonathan?

Luke’s eyes widened in shock and confusion. Over the years, they had observed Mr. Jonathan’s every move, and nothing about him had ever seemed out of the ordinary.

Why would President Luther suddenly give such an order?

"Is there a problem?"

Noticing Luke’s hesitation, Sinclair narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Did you not hear me clearly?"

His voice was low, deliberate, and icy.

Even in his usual indifferent and cold demeanor, he was intimidating enough—but now, the aura he exuded was downright terrifying.

"Y-yes, sir. I heard you loud and clear," Luke stammered, his heart pounding.

"I’ll get right on it.

Right away."

Without another word, he spun on his heel and hurried out.

Only once he was outside the door did he pause to steady his nerves.

Though he didn’t know exactly what was happening, his sixth sense told him something major was about to occur.

His usual cold and quiet demeanor alone was enough to make people tremble with fear.

The room was silent again, leaving Sinclair alone..

His tall, imposing figure turned back toward the window, his strikingly handsome face shadowed by an icy gloom.

If the truth was indeed as he suspected, he would show no mercy.

Meanwhile, in a villa on the west side of the city...

After dinner, Tiffany was pulled into conversation by Grandma Calvin.

Meanwhile, Calvin retreated to his study to handle urgent matters for the Calvin Corporation.

Time passed—how long, he couldn’t say—when suddenly, a knock sounded at the door.

"Calvin, it’s me."

Tiffany’s voice came from the other side.

Calvin paused, his fingers stilling on the mouse as he lifted his gaze toward the door.

"It’s unlocked."

His tone was smooth, impossibly gentle—or rather, tender.

If Jey had been there, he would have been stunned by his boss’s dual personalities.

Though not as stern as President Luther, Calvin was still someone who absolutely forbade interruptions during work.

Even he himself had been scolded more than once.