Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire-Chapter 198: When you are in trouble you know you enemies and friends

Chapter 198: When you are in trouble you know you enemies and friends

Meanwhile, at the Luther Family estate.

Camilla’s expression was icy as she murmured low instructions to Ramsey.

Just then, Uncle Carlos strode in, his face grim.

"Madam Camilla," he said urgently.

"We have company."

"Madam,"

Uncle Carlos strode in swiftly, his expression grave.

"We have a visitor," he added in a hushed tone.

"It’s Samson."

Samson?

She had seen this man at Grandpa’s birthday banquet.

In Camilla’s mind surfaced the image of a slightly plump, unremarkable middle-aged man.

"Didn’t expect him to be the first to show up.

Hard to say what his real intentions are," she murmured, her delicate face cool and detached as she rose from the sofa.

"Ramsey, go bring him in.

Uncle Carlos, come with me to Grandfather’s side."

"Yes."

"Right away!"

Father and son nodded in unison, each moving to their assigned tasks.

Inside the room.

The elderly man lay motionless on the bed, his eyes tightly shut, his face deathly pale.

The faintest rise and fall of his chest was so weak it seemed his breath might stop at any moment.

Uncle Carlos was startled.

" Madam, what happened to the grandpa!"

When he had left earlier, the old man had only looked slightly pale—how had he suddenly deteriorated into such a critical state?!

"Grandfather is fine. Don’t worry," Camilla replied calmly.

"I merely used acupuncture to draw out the toxins, so those people would drop their suspicions," she explained, taking a seat by the bedside.

"It’s only beneficial for him, not harmful."

After all, the deeper the poison lurked, the more dangerous it became.

"...That’s good, that’s good."

Uncle Carlos exhaled in relief, silently impressed by Camilla’s skill.

Even he, who knew the truth, had been alarmed—let alone anyone else.

Just as expected.

When Samson saw the current state of Grandpa Luther, a shadow flickered in his eyes, though his face was etched with concern.

"It’s this serious?"

Frowning, he turned to Camilla—the only one left in the Luther residence with any authority—and asked in a low, grave voice, "Have you found out who did this?"

"With Grandpa in this condition and Sinclair gone, I truly don’t know what to do," Camilla murmured, shaking her head, her face clouded with worry.

"And more than finding the culprit, what I really need is a way to neutralize the poison."

Samson was well aware of Camilla’s medical expertise.

Hearing her words, his pupils contracted slightly.

"What?"

he probed, his tone now laced with cautious testing.

"You mean even you can’t cure this poison?"

Camilla said nothing, only shaking her head faintly once more.

The resignation in her expression spoke volumes.

Samson sighed, his eyes dark with contemplation.

"What did Sinclair say?

When is he planning to return?"

This was the question weighing heavily on his mind—and on the minds of many within the Luther Corporation.

Uncle Carlos’s gaze turned icy as he studied Samson.

The man had always been the first to cozy up to the old patriarch, playing the loyal servant to the Luther Family’s main bloodline.

Yet now, at the first sign of trouble, he was already poking around, testing the waters with every word.

Truly, a man’s face could never reveal the darkness in his heart.

"Sweetheart is dealing with urgent matters himself.

Even if he knew, there’s nothing he could do but worry from afar," Camilla said slowly, her voice thick with exhaustion and concern.

"So I’ve decided it’s best to keep this from him for now."

She turned her head slightly, meeting Samson’s eyes.

"What do you think, Uncle?"

So... Sinclair still didn’t know?

This was indeed a rare opportunity.

"Of course, of course," Samson replied, a flicker of satisfaction hidden beneath his carefully composed expression.

"But tomorrow is the engagement banquet between the Luther and Porter families.

With Grandpa ill, Sinclair was absent, and Jonathan and his wife were directly involved—"

He frowned deeply, scrutinizing Camilla.

"And you—you’ve only just married into the Luther Family.

You have no experience navigating high-society events.

What are we supposed to do?"

So that’s his game.

Perfect timing—the banquet preparations just happened to need a scapegoat.

A frosty smile curled at the corners of Camilla’s lips as she lowered her gaze, her expression unreadable.

Well, if Samson was delivering himself to her doorstep, she’d be a fool not to take advantage.

"The Luther-Porter engagement banquet?!"

When she looked up again, her face was the picture of a flustered realization.

"How could I have forgotten such an important event?"

Her eyes darted past Samson, locking onto Uncle Carlos with deliberate urgency.

"Uncle Carlos, I’m entrusting this entirely to you.

The banquet must proceed without delay."

Uncle Carlos gave a firm nod, opening his mouth to respond—but Samson cut in first.

"Absolutely not!"

His voice was stern as he fixed Camilla with a disapproving glare.

"No matter how capable Carlos is, he’s still just a servant.

Handing full responsibility for such a prestigious event to him?

The Porter family would think the Luther household has lost all sense of propriety!"

"...You raise a fair point," Uncle Carlos glanced at Samson before lowering his head in silence.

Camilla’s pale brows knitted tightly together, her expression clearly distraught.

"Then, Uncle, what do you suggest we do?"

"Grandpa has always been very kind to me," Samson replied, his tone carefully measured.

Seeing that the conversation was steering exactly where he wanted, a glint of satisfaction flickered in his eyes—though his face remained the picture of reluctant concern.

"If you trust me with this matter, I can ensure the engagement banquet is nothing short of spectacular."

He paused deliberately before adding, "Of course, if you’d rather not, just forget I mentioned it.

After all, I only have the Luther Family’s reputation at heart."

Despite his words, there was an unmistakable undercurrent of anticipation in his gaze.

The Luther and Porter families’ engagement banquet was the talk of the town—for him and any other branch of the Luther Family, it was the perfect opportunity to climb higher.

Camilla fell into thought for a long moment before finally meeting Samson’s eyes.

"Alright, then I’ll leave it to you, Uncle."

"It’s no trouble at all.

This is the least I can do," Samson said, the faintest trace of triumph flashing in his eyes as his tense expression relaxed.

"With less than a day until the banquet, I should start making arrangements immediately.

As for grandpa.. please do everything you can to save him."

Camilla nodded slightly without uttering a word.

Samson didn’t press further either.

He turned and walked away, his footsteps betraying a hint of urgency.

Unbeknownst to him, those mesmerizing eyes behind him followed his every move—cold and calculating, like a hunter watching prey stumble into a trap.

After Samson left, several others arrived one after another.

Some even brought their own physicians under the guise of offering help, though their true intentions were far from benevolent—most were merely there to probe and test the waters.

Fortunately, Camilla had anticipated this.

Uncle Carlos watched from the sidelines, his heart growing heavier with each passing moment.

Many of these people owed their success to grandpa, yet now, with the patriarch poisoned and the final outcome still uncertain, they were already scheming for their own gain.

Camilla, however, remained unfazed.

Having lived through this once before, she had long since seen through the fickleness of human nature.

With practice ease, she detained the physicians under the pretense of needing their assistance, then ushered them into a separate room to grind and brew medicine for the old master.

Free labor—might as well make use of it.

With me here, there’s no need to worry about any underhanded tricks from these people.

Before long, Ramsey led Calvin into the room.

"It’s this serious?!"

At the sight of Grandpa Luther’s pallid, sickly appearance, Calvin’s pupils constricted sharply.

His handsome face darkened with a mix of severity and icy intensity.

"What kind of poison did grandpa ingest?"