Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire-Chapter 424: Mrs. Luther is pregnant

"Madam?!"

Ramsey’s pupils trembled as he saw the unconscious woman in Sinclair’s arms.

"What happened to her?

How did this—?!"

Just last night, she was perfectly fine.

No—in fact, apart from that incident with the transferred poison, Madam had always been in good health.

How could staying one night in the mountains suddenly lead to this?

"Open the door."

Sinclair didn’t answer Ramsey’s questions.

His voice, low and icy, seemed to freeze the very air around them.

"Take us to the nearest hospital."

"Y-yes, right away!"

Snapping out of his shock, Ramsey hastily pulled open the rear door.

Sinclair carried Camilla inside, his strikingly handsome face now terrifyingly grim.

With a roar of the engine, Ramsey sped toward the nearest hospital like the wind.

Sinclair pressed a gentle kiss on Camilla’s cheek, his fathomless dark eyes fixed intently on her face.

"Don’t be afraid, Camilla," he murmured, his voice low and rough, as if scraped from the depths of his throat.

"Everything will be fine. Nothing bad will happen."

The words sounded as much for his own reassurance as for hers.

The car soon pulled up in front of the hospital.

Without hesitation, Sinclair carried Camilla straight to the director’s office on the top floor.

A few hushed words were exchanged, and the director himself promptly led a team to conduct a full battery of tests.

"I want those results as soon as possible," Sinclair commanded before sweeping Camilla away to the hospital’s most luxurious VIP suite.

Meanwhile, Ramsey was dispatched to handle the acquisition of the hospital.

Seated at the bedside, Sinclair gripped Camilla’s hand, his brow furrowed with tension.

His gaze never wavered from her still form, as if blinking might make her vanish.

Seconds stretched into minutes, each one agonizingly slow.

The relentless ticking of the bedside clock echoed through the deathly silent room, each ticking a hammer strike against his nerves.

Half an hour later, a knock sounded at the door.

"Mr. Luther," Ramsey’s voice came from outside the door.

"The medical report for Madam is ready."

Sinclair’s dark eyes deepened like ink.

"Come in." Ramsey strode in briskly.

It was easy to see that the worry on his face had completely vanished, replaced by a barely concealed excitement.

But Sinclair’s gaze remained fixed on Camilla, missing the change in his subordinate’s expression.

"What does the report say?"

His voice was hoarse and icy, betraying no emotion.

Only Sinclair himself knew the storm raging inside him.

"I... can’t make sense of it," Ramsey replied, his tone oddly strained, as though struggling to contain something.

"President Luther," he said, extending the medical report toward him.

"You should see this for yourself."

Sinclair’s brow furrowed even deeper as he took the medical report from Ramsey, his piercing dark eyes scanning the contents intently.

Pregnant?

Over a month along?!

Those few simple words on the report struck Sinclair like a thunderbolt.

His sharp, almond-shaped eyes narrowed instantly, his thin lips pressing into a tight line.

In the next moment, he abruptly stood and strode to the window, holding the document up to the sunlight for closer inspection.

Ramsey suppressed an amused smile—never before had he seen his usually unflappable boss so visibly unsettled.

Camilla... pregnant.

After confirming he hadn’t misread, an irrepressible joy kindled in the depths of Sinclair’s obsidian eyes.

When he’d first discovered the parasitic infection, believing his time with Camilla was limited, he’d desperately wanted a child to stay by her side after he was gone.

Later, when the parasite had been successfully transferred, though Camilla expressed wanting children, he’d always taken precautions out of concern for her health. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

That single moment of lost control not long ago... who could have imagined...

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Sinclair finally turned his gaze back to Ramsey after a long pause.

"Bring them in," he commanded, his voice carefully controlled.

"Understood."

Ramsey stepped out and ushered in the waiting hospital director and several specialists.

"Mr. Luther, is there anything else you’d like to discuss?"

"If there are no other health concerns besides the pregnancy, why did my wife suddenly faint?"

Sinclair’s deep voice carried a quiet intensity as he studied the group before him.

"Will the child affect her condition?

" One of the senior specialists stepped forward.

"After careful deliberation, we’ve concluded that Mrs. Luther’s collapse was primarily due to lingering aftereffects from the physical trauma she suffered not long ago."

"The pregnancy symptoms," he added, "are only a secondary factor."

The doctors didn’t know, but Sinclair understood all too well.

The real reason for Camilla’s sudden collapse was the Twin-Life poison His gaze lowered to the unconscious Camilla lying on the hospital bed, his eyes shadowed with deep remorse.

"When will she wake up?"

"Well... I’m sorry, Mr. Luther," the hospital director hesitated for a moment before answering cautiously.

"Given the unique nature of your wife’s condition, we can’t provide an exact timeframe."

The doctor glanced at the man standing motionless by the bedside, his expression unreadable, and softened his tone with a note of reassurance.

"But it shouldn’t be too long."

"I see," Sinclair replied flatly.

"Ramsey, see them out."

"Yes, sir."

Ramsey turned around, ready to escort the guests out.

"Thank you all for your hard work.

Please—"

The group of experts glanced at the hospital director before nodding and filing out. However, the director himself lingered, rooted to the spot.

"Ah, Mr. Luther," he began, clearing his throat with a meaningful look at Sinclair.

"Regarding the child in Mrs. Luther’s womb, there are a few... sensitive matters I’d like to discuss with you privately."

After all, young couples often lacked experience, and certain reminders were necessary—though such topics required discretion.

Ramsey, momentarily caught off guard, flashed the director a polite smile.

"Doctor, Mr. Luther needs to stay with his wife. If there are any instructions, you can just relay them to me."

Tell *you*?

The doctor gave Ramsey a deeply complicated look.

"If I’m not mistaken, Mr. Ramsey... you don’t have a girlfriend, do you?"

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

Ramsey’s smirk froze instantly, the smile draining from his face as if someone had flipped a switch.

No girlfriend?

Had it really reached such an outrageous, universally condemned state?

How on earth had this unfamiliar hospital doctor manage to pivot from discussing Madam’s condition straight to his nonexistent love life?

"Ramsey."

Sinclair turned his head slightly, his gaze cool and detached.

"Leave us."

"Yes, sir."

Ramsey shot the doctor a baffled glare before turning toward the door.

Just as he was about to close it behind him, he suddenly paused, a thought striking him.

"Oh, Mr. Luther—" Ramsey hesitated, then blurted out, "Should we inform the old residence about Madam’s pregnancy?"

Convention said it was best to wait until after the first trimester.

But this was such monumental news—he could barely contain his eagerness to tell Grandpa.

Sinclair’s expression remained unreadable. "Please make a phone call back."

"Yes, sir!"

Ramsey immediately understood and closed the door behind him.

Now, only the hospital doctor, Sinclair, and the still-unconscious Camilla remained in the ward.

"Tell me what precautions need to be taken."

The doctor met Sinclair’s dark, fathomless eyes—cold and detached—and suddenly found himself at a loss for words.

"Well... It’s wonderful that you and Mrs. Luther shares such a close bond, but..."

Under the weight of that oppressive gaze, he swallowed hard before continuing.

"But now that she’s expecting, it’s best to... exercise some restraint, especially during the first trimester."

Having said his piece, the doctor exhaled inwardly in relief.

Though phrased delicately, the message had been delivered.

Sinclair grasped the implication instantly.

A flicker of something unreadable flashed through his eyes, vanishing as quickly as it had appeared.

His strikingly handsome face remained impassive, betraying no emotion.

"Understood.

Thank you."

His deep, measured voice was as cool and steady as ever, yet somehow carried an edge of stiffness.

"No need for thanks, it’s our duty," the hospital doctor said with an ingratiating smile.

Sinclair regarded him with an impassive gaze.

"Anything else?"

"No, no, I’ll take my leave now."

The doctor shook his head repeatedly, visibly relieved as he hurried out of the room.

Once the door clicked shut again, Sinclair’s stern expression softened slightly.

His eyes drifted toward the figure lying on the hospital bed, and the faintest hint of a smile touched his lips.

If only he had known earlier—he wouldn’t have dared.

Yet, this surprise had come far too abruptly.

Him... a father?