Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire-Chapter 243: Do you know why he fainted

The Mileage borderlands.

The predawn air carried a biting chill.

As Camilla stepped out of the car, she instinctively pulled her coat tighter around herself.

Her striking eyes, filled with worry and urgency, fixed on the hospital looming before her.

"Madam."

Gerald hurried forward to greet her, his gaze alight with something akin to reverence—as though she were a savior descending upon them.

"You’re here.

President Luther is in the VIP suite on the top floor. Let me take you to him."

Camilla gave a slight nod but didn’t move immediately.

Instead, she turned her sharp gaze toward Luke, her voice icy with command.

"Take those men away.

Use whatever means necessary—I don’t care how—but find out who sent them."

"Yes, ma’am!"

Luke gave a stern nod, then summoned the mercenaries by Gerald’s side to assist in handling the situation.

As expected, those people had been closely monitoring the Madam’s every move.

Gerald’s expression darkened with concern.

"Madam, were you in any danger?"

If she had been harmed, he’d be in deep trouble.

"They were only tailing me—nothing more," Camilla replied, shaking her head before striding briskly toward the hospital entrance.

"Has Sinclair woken up?

Did they find out why he suddenly collapsed?"

That was her top priority right now.

"President Luther is still unconscious," Gerald said, shaking his head with a deep frown.

"The doctors ran thorough tests using the most advanced medical equipment," he added, his tone growing graver.

"But aside from occasional heart palpitations, they found no other abnormalities."

No other abnormalities—yet he remained unconscious?

Camilla’s fair brows knitted tightly together.

Never before had Sinclair’s body shown such symptoms.

Could it be because of the Twin Fate poison?!

As she pondered, Gerald’s voice broke through her thoughts.

"Madam, we’ve arrived."

Camilla gave a slight nod and stepped inside, her footsteps deliberately light.

On the hospital bed, Sinclair lay still.

His dark brows, straight nose, and cool, thin lips—

He still bore that same striking, aristocratic beauty, but the usual sharp chill around him had softened in his unconscious state.

She rarely saw Sinclair so quiet.

So quiet that it unsettled her. freēnovelkiss.com

Camilla stared fixedly at the man on the bed, her long, thick lashes fluttering slightly.

She reached out, intending to gently touch Sinclair’s face, but paused abruptly and turned to Gerald instead.

"Fetch me a cup of warm water, please."

Her hands were too cold—Sinclair wouldn’t like that.

"My apologies, Madam.

It was my oversight."

Gerald hurried to the table, poured a cup of hot water, and handed it to Camilla.

She accepted it but didn’t drink, instead pressing her palms tightly against the steaming cup.

Only when the chill in her hands had completely dissipated did she set it down and take a seat beside Sinclair.

As she reached for his wrist to check his pulse, her expression darkened.

The man’s slender fingers and the distinct knuckles at their tips were covered in raw, bruised abrasions.

Though they had been treated, the sight was still unsettling.

Gerald lowered his head, trying to make himself as inconspicuous as possible.

But it was no use.

Camilla turned her sharp, icy gaze toward him.

"Did Sinclair’s condition flare up before he collapsed?"

Though phrased as a question, her tone left no room for doubt.

"...Yes," Gerald admitted, realizing there was no hiding it.

"Madam, you figured it out yourself—I didn’t say anything," he added cautiously, watching her reaction.

"If President Luther asks, you must back me up."

"Got it."

Camilla understood Gerald’s meaning and responded before continuing,

"How long did Sinclair’s episode last this time?

Was it severe?"

Before Gerald could answer, Camilla spoke again, her voice low and unreadable.

"What method did you use..."

She lowered her gaze, her heart aching as she took in the scars covering Sinclair’s hands.

"...to bring him back to his senses?"

Gerald didn’t dare delay.

He immediately recounted the entire incident, detailing Sinclair’s episode from start to finish.

Camilla listened in silence.

Only after a long pause did she finally speak.

"I see."

She said nothing more and instead reached for Sinclair’s wrist, her delicate brows gradually knitting together in concern.

Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away, the Porter family also endured a sleepless night.

Grandpa Porter sat in his study, watching as the sky outside gradually lightened.

His aged yet piercing eyes were terrifyingly dark.

"Still no word from Yoland?"

he asked, his voice like ice. Bryan’s expression remained stony as he shook his head.

"Not just Yoland," he continued, steeling himself as he watched the old man’s face grow taut.

"All our people stationed in Mileage have gone silent as well."

The implication was clear—something had gone terribly wrong in Mileage.

**SLAM!**

Grandpa Porter’s palm struck the desk with a force that made the wood shudder.

"Are you telling me," he growled, his sharp, aged eyes glinting with a bone-chilling intensity, "that Sinclair’s little bastard is still alive?

That we’ve been playing for fools this entire time?!"

The minor players sent by the Porter family were hardly worth mentioning.

But the sudden disappearance of Yoland a local kingpin who’d ruled the Mileage borderlands for decades—was another matter entirely.

This wasn’t just some trivial incident. "Sinclair... survived?"

The words sent a shudder through Bryan’s chest.

"Grandpa, I don’t think it’s necessarily Sinclair," he said, forcing himself to steady his voice as he pushed the unsettling thought aside.

"After all, we saw everything with our own eyes—from the moment he got into that car to the explosion that destroyed it.

Unless he’s some kind of god, there’s no way he could’ve made it out alive."

"If it’s not Sinclair," Grandpa Porter said darkly, his expression shadowed, "then it can only be Camilla."

After their recent clashes, he knew all too well—this woman’s ruthlessness and cunning were every bit a match for that little bastard Sinclair.

The Luther Family’s luck was nothing short of extraordinary.

Bryan gave a slow nod, clearly in agreement.

"Any further delay could lead to unforeseen complications," Grandpa Porter’s voice was measured, yet an intimidating aura radiated from his entire being.

His clouded, aged eyes gleamed with a chilling intensity.

"Bryan, take a team to Mileage yourself," he commanded.

"Remember—no matter the cost, eliminate Camilla."

"Yes," Bryan responded with a solemn nod, his expression grave.

"One more thing," the old man continued, his gaze fixed on the dim light of dawn outside the window, a murderous glint swirling in his eyes.

"Notify Samson.

Tonight, we strike—surround and annihilate the Luther Family estate."

He refused to wait any longer.

The longer the night, the more room for trouble.

Mileage, Hospital.

"Madam," Gerald spoke hesitantly, his heart uneasy as he noticed the furrow in Camilla’s brow.

"How is he?"

"Nervous tension, extreme emotional distress," Camilla replied, her delicate brows furrowed as she studied Sinclair.

"Other than that, there are no abnormalities," she added, her beautiful eyes clouded with complexity.

"You should leave now. I’ll perform acupuncture on Sinclair to regulate his condition."

Gerald knew he wouldn’t be of much help staying.

"Understood."

He turned to leave.

"Wait."

Camilla called him back, her tone lowering with gravity.

"If Luke extracts any information, report it to me immediately."

She paused, then continued firmly, "And make sure your men stay on high alert.

No suspicious individuals should be allowed anywhere near the hospital."

Whoever was lurking in the shadows would surely strike again.

"Understood," Gerald pressed his lips together and gave a solemn nod.

"You have my word!"

With those words, he turned and left, carefully closing the door behind him.

The hospital room fell silent, leaving only Sinclair and Camilla alone.

A quiet tension settled in the air.