Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire-Chapter 239: Visiting Sinclair at the hospital

"Madam," Gerald hesitated, recalling Sinclair’s unusual behavior upon waking.

A knot of worry tightened in his chest.

"We..."

The words died on his lips as he thought of the current situation in Mileage.

Both inside and outside the Luther Family, there were scheming eyes watching their every move.

Though their previous plots had been uncovered and dismantled by the CEO, that didn’t mean they wouldn’t regroup and strike again.

Perhaps the reason Sinclair had forbidden Madam from coming was precisely to keep her out of danger.

The realization made Gerald even more conflicted.

"Madam, it would be safer for you to remain in the capital."

Safer in the capital?

Camilla’s beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, instantly detecting the implication behind his words.

Did that mean Sinclair was in danger right now?!

"Gerald," she said, her voice icy as she suppressed the fear gnawing at her heart, "even if you refuse to tell me, I’ll find another way to get to him."

"I won’t give up until I find Sinclair and see his condition with my own eyes,"

Her voice was resolute, leaving no room for argument.

"But this will not only waste time—it could also draw unwanted attention.

That’ll only make things more complicated."

Silence stretched on the other end of the line. Gerald frowned.

The madam wasn’t wrong.

A glimmer of understanding flashed in Camilla’s striking eyes before her tone sharpened abruptly.

"Last chance—where is Sinclair?"

Being the middleman between the CEO and his wife was no easy task.

At this moment, he desperately wished Ramsey had been the one accompanying the CEO instead.

"I’ll send you the address right away," Gerald detected the steel and ice in Camilla’s words.

After a long, internal sigh, he finally relented. "But the situation there is... complicated. You’ll need the highest level of protection." Highest level.

So, it was even more dangerous than she’d imagined.

Camilla acknowledged the call before hanging up.

Almost immediately, Gerald’s text came through.

Mileage.

Her breath hitched as she read the location. Sinclair... knows about the Life bound poison?!

Her legs weakened, and she sank back against the couch.

Of course.

He was too sharp, too perceptive.

No matter how well she had hidden it, he would have seen through her eventually.

After a few stunned moments, she pushed herself up with sudden resolve.

Grabbing a coat and her medical kit, she strode toward the door.

Just then, Uncle Carlos emerged from Grandpa Luther’s room.

His eyes widened at the sight of her. "madam, you’re going out at this hour?"

His gaze dropped to the kit in her hand, and his brow furrowed.

"Has something happened?"

Not until she understood Sinclair’s situation did she plan to tell Uncle Carlos or Grandpa Luther.

To spare them unnecessary worry.

"Fanny’s leg is bothering her.

I’m going to check on her," Camilla shook her head, her expression calm as ever.

"I’ll be back tomorrow."

Uncle Carlos knew about Tiffany’s leg injury and nodded without suspicion.

"I’ll have Ramsey drive you."

"No need," Camilla declined gently, shaking her head.

"With Sinclair away, Ramsey has plenty of company matters to handle."

A fleeting shadow passed through the depths of her clear, beautiful eyes.

"I’ve already asked Luke to wait outside."

While going to find Sinclair, she also had to ensure the safety of the old residence.

Ramsey absolutely had to stay behind. Seeing that Camilla had everything arranged, Uncle Carlos could only nod.

"Let me walk you out."

The black Alfa Romeo sped away from the Luther Family estate.

The night was ink-black, heavy with foreboding.

Uncle Carlos furrowed his brow, an uneasy premonition creeping up his spine.

Inside the car, the air was thick with tension.

Camilla turned her gaze toward Luke in the passenger seat, her eyes sharp and unreadable.

"Everything in place?" she asked, her voice cool and measured.

"Rest assured, Madam," Luke nodded solemnly, his expression grave.

"Everything has been arranged exactly as you instructed."

Camilla gave a slight nod of acknowledgment. "There’s more," Luke continued, shifting to another matter.

"Our informants report that after your departure, Madam Porter suddenly arrived at the location.

She even picked up an item dropped by Sandra near the warehouse."

He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Now she’s sending people to track down Mr. Porter.

There’s a risk she might uncover something.

Should I dispatch our men to... handle the situation?"

The last two words were deliberately emphasized, their implication unmistakable.

"No need," Camilla replied coolly, her beautiful eyes devoid of warmth.

"Mr. Porter was the one who abducted Sandra, and Mr. Porter was the one who killed her."

A faint, knowing smile curved her crimson lips.

"Even if they find out, it’s an internal matter for the Porter family.

None of our concerns."

The recent confrontations had revealed that grandpa Porter wasn’t as benevolent as he appeared on the surface.

The murkier the waters in the Porter household became, the better.

"I understand," Luke nodded in comprehension.

"Keep your eyes peeled during our journey," Camilla’s piercingly clear eyes gazed out the window as she spoke calmly.

"Report anything unusual immediately."

"Yes!"

Luke responded with a solemn nod. —— Porter Residence.

Though it was deep into the night, lights still burned brightly in the Porter family’s living room.

Madam Porter sat rigidly on the central sofa, her eyes darting repeatedly toward the main entrance.

In her trembling hands, she clutched a diamond necklace with white-knuckled intensity.

"Madam, it’s getting late," A concerned maid stepped forward, unable to bear the sight any longer.

"Mr. Porter probably won’t be coming back tonight.

You should get some rest."

How could she sleep when there was still no word about Sandra?

Mrs. Porter shook her head, her expression dark and unreadable.

She couldn’t make sense of it—why had both Mr. Porter’s phone location and Sandra’s necklace been traced to that abandoned warehouse?

With every passing minute, the unease in her heart grew heavier.

"Call his associates again," Mrs. Porter suddenly snapped, her voice sharp with urgency.

"Tell him to come home immediately—or I’ll take this matter to grandpa.

Then we’ll see who ends up embarrassed."

"Yes, Madam," the maid replied with a quiet sigh, nodding sympathetically.

But before she could leave, the roar of a car engine echoed from outside.

"Madam—Mr. Porter is back!"

Mrs. Porter bolted up from the sofa, her face etched with anxiety as she rushed to meet him.

"Spit it out," Mr. Porter strode in from the doorway, his face etched with irritation as he glared at Madam Porter.

"You dragged me back here—what kind of trouble are you trying to stir up this time?"

"Where is Sandra?"

Madam Porter paid no mind to his tone, her fingers tightening around his arm as she anxiously peered behind him.

"Where is she? Why didn’t she come back with you?"

At the mention of Sandra’s name, Mr. Porter’s heart lurched, a flicker of guilt flashing deep in his eyes before he could suppress it.

"have you lost your mind?"

Recovering quickly, his expression darkened as he roughly shook off her grip, his voice dripping with displeasure.

"How the hell should I know where that ungrateful daughter of mine is?

Why would she be with me?"

*You don’t know?*

*How could you not know?*

Madam Porter froze.

Your phone’s location data and Sandra’s necklace—those couldn’t have been faked.

Mr. Porter brushed past her, his mood stormy as he sank into the sofa.

With a sharp tug at his tie, he turned his gaze toward a nearby servant.

"Pour me a cup of tea."

"Yes, ma’am."

The servant cast a quick glance at Madam Porter before hurrying away.

Suddenly, Madam Porter whirled around and rushed up to Mr. Porter, her face etched with urgency.

"How could you possibly not know?"