Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire-Chapter 425: Informing Grandpa Luther about madam’s pregnancy

The Luther Family Estate.

"What did you say?"

Uncle Carlos’s grip on the phone tightened, his eyes widening in disbelief.

"Say that again!!"

"Dad," Ramsey replied, already anticipating his father’s shock.

Ramsey huckled mercilessly.

"You’re not even that old yet—how’s your hearing already failing?"

"You little brat!"

Uncle Carlos raised his voice, lacing it with a hint of threat.

"I don’t have the patience for your nonsense right now.

Repeat what you just said, or I’ll send someone to beat you up immediately."

Ramsey: "..." "Alright, godfather, listen carefully this time," he said, deliberately slowing his speech as if worried Uncle Carlos might miss it.

"Madame... is... pregnant!!"

Uncle Carlos had long stopped dwelling on whether the child was biologically his or not.

Mrs. Camilla was pregnant—he hadn’t misheard after all!

Uncle Carlos ignored the "godfather" part of the address, his usually composed face breaking into an elated grin.

"Has she been examined?

Is it confirmed?"

Mr. Sinclair had to make absolutely sure.

There couldn’t be any mix-up—no false hope for Grandpa.

"It’s been checked, one hundred percent confirmed," Ramsey replied with a hint of amused exasperation.

"You can go ahead and share the good news with Grandfather without worry."

"This is wonderful!

Grandpa will be overjoyed," Uncle Carlos said, his voice brimming with unmistakable delight.

"Don’t hang up yet—he’ll definitely want to talk to you himself."

Without waiting for a response, he turned and hurried toward the rear courtyard, his usual measured composure forgotten.

Having served in the family estate for decades, Uncle Carlos was known for his unflappable demeanor.

The servants exchanged startled glances at the sight of him rushing past, his face alight with unrestrained joy.

"What’s gotten into Uncle Carlos?

Did something happen?"

"Judging from Uncle Carlos’s expression, something must have happened—but it’s good news."

"Exactly. In all my years at the old residence, this is the first time I’ve seen Uncle Carlos this happy."

"Could it be that Assistant Ramsey is getting married?"

"Assistant Ramsey doesn’t even have a girlfriend. Who would he marry?"

"Good point." Ramsey: "..." The call hasn’t even ended yet.

Could you at least try to talk behind my back?

So what if he’s still single at his age?

What did he ever do to deserve this?

In the backyard.

Grandpa Luther reclined in his lounge chair, intently flipping through a photo album.

A faint air of melancholy surrounded him. Every photo inside featured the same person.

To be precise, the same woman.

Her delicate features were exquisite, her face radiantly beautiful, with sweet dimples gracing both cheeks.

The photos spanned a vast stretch of time. The vibrancy of teenage years.

The exuberance of one’s twenties.

The graceful charm of the thirties. ...

Different ages, different moments.

Yet that face remained just as sweet and radiant.

Even through the photographs, her beauty felt palpable.

Grandpa Luther gently traced his fingers over the pictures, his movements tender with reverence.

His aged, deep-set eyes held not just warmth but also longing.

"You’ll always stay young and beautiful, while I’ve turned into this old, wrinkled man."

"I know you’d blame me for failing to raise Jonathan right.

The state he’s in now—I do bear much of the blame."

"Sinclair has changed a lot since Camilla came into his life.

But don’t worry, it’s all for the better."

"It’s been so long since you last visited me in my dreams." ... His slow, aged voice rambled on, as if conversing with someone.

Yet the only reply came from the whispering wind.

This was the scene that greeted Uncle Carlos as he stepped inside.

His footsteps faltered, his eyes brimming with understanding and emotion.

"Grandt has been reminiscing about his late wife so often these days—it’s not good for him."

The departed were gone, and Grandpa’s lingering sorrow was taking a toll on his health.

But now, there was joyous news—something to lift his spirits.

Uncle Carlos paused at the doorway for a moment, then composed himself, schooling his expression into one of obliviousness before striding briskly toward Grandpa.

"Grandpa! Grandpa!"

It was rare for Uncle Carlos to seem so flustered. Grandpa Luther frowned and closed the photo album in his hands.

"What is it?

What’s happened?"

"Wonderful news," Uncle Carlos replied with a smile, cutting straight to the point.

"Mrs. Camilla is pregnant."

"What?"

Grandpa Luther’s sharp eyes narrowed instantly, his stern face alight with barely contained delight.

"Camilla is pregnant?

Since when?"

"Ramsey called with the news, though I haven’t had the chance to get all the details yet," Uncle Carlos stepped forward with a warm smile, gently supporting Grandpa’s arm.

"The line’s still open, waiting for you to take the call."

Such wonderful news deserved to be heard directly by the patriarch himself.

"Let’s go, quickly now!"

Grandpa Luther suddenly seemed decades younger, springing up from his chair with surprising vigor.

Uncle Carlos strode toward the front courtyard with brisk steps, carefully cradling the photo album in his arms.

The Luther Family’s direct lineage had grown perilously thin over the years, now reduced to just him and Sinclair.

The prospect of a new generation was nothing short of miraculous.

If he could live to see his great-grandchild’s birth, he could depart this world without a single regret.

Clutching the receiver, the old man fired off questions—how far along was the pregnancy?

How was Camilla feeling?

Ramsey answered carefully, mixing truth with tactful omissions.

Though the boss hadn’t given explicit instructions, he knew better than to mention Madam’s sudden fainting spell.

The last thing they needed was to send Grandpa into a panic.

"Good lad, I understand now," The patriarch’s eyes crinkled with joy, his voice ringing with newfound energy that hadn’t been there moments before.

"Your salary this month will be doubled."

Uncle Carlos wore a wry smile on his face.

Grandpa was far too indulgent with that rascal.

At the mention of a doubled salary, Ramsey perked up instantly.

"Thank you, grandpa!!

You’re the best!!" This was exactly why he loved being the first to deliver good news to Grandpa.

After a moment’s thought, Grandpa Luther added, "Once Camilla finishes her check-up, have them call me back."

They were still young—there were things they needed to be mindful of, like diet and such. Grandpa wouldn’t rest easy until he’d given them a few reminders.

"Got it!!" The call ended, but the smile lingered on Grandpa Luther’s face.

"Finally, the day has come," he murmured.

Clutching a photo album in his hands, he made his way toward the study.

"Better start brainstorming some good names—just in case."

"Let me help you with that."

Seeing Grandpa’s spirits lift, his earlier weariness completely gone, Uncle Carlos couldn’t help but feel genuinely happy.

Though the servants didn’t know the specifics, they could tell something wonderful had happened concerning their boss son.

The entire ancestral home was filled with an air of celebration.

—— Country E, Hospital. Camilla slowly opened her eyes to a world of sterile white.

The familiar antiseptic scent in the air instantly told her where she was.

A hospital?

Squinting slightly, memories from before her unconsciousness came flooding back like a tide.

She’d been going downstairs to prepare lunch for Sinclair when a sudden wave of nausea hit her at the smell of seafood, making her vomit violently.

Then everything went black.

Where’s Sinclair now?

Camilla tried pushing herself up, moving carefully.

Though her movements were slight, the man standing by the window immediately noticed. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

His broad shoulders tensed slightly as he turned from whatever he’d been watching outside.

"You’re awake?"

Sinclair strode swiftly to the bedside with his long legs, his obsidian-dark eyes fixed intently on her.

"Are you feeling any discomfort?"

His voice was slightly hoarse, yet his tone was unusually gentle.

Camilla noticed the faint creases on his usually immaculate suit and dress shirt, and a soft smile tugged at her lips.

"Not at all," She reached out to smooth the wrinkles on his clothes, her voice warm with affection.

"I suddenly fainted and scared my sweetheart didn’t I?

I’m so sorry."

Putting herself in his shoes— If she had come downstairs to find Sinclair collapsed on the floor, she would’ve been scared out of her wits too.

The first thing Camilla thought of after waking wasn’t worrying about her own condition, but apologizing for frightening him?

How could she be so foolish?

Sinclair gazed down at her with those deep, fathomless eyes, then raised his hand to gently brush her slightly pale cheek, his touch featherlight and tender.

"The one who should apologize is me.

I didn’t take good enough care of you... and our child."

His voice was cool and deep, softening just enough to sound exceptionally tender.

A child?!

The words hit Camilla like a thunderbolt, leaving her mind blank and unresponsive for a long moment.

Her clear, bright eyes remained fixed on Sinclair, wide with disbelief.

"Sweetheart, did you just say... a child?"

"Yes," Sinclair gazed at her, his eyes brimming with so much love it was almost tangible.

"Camilla, we’re going to have a baby."

A life that would truly be part of him, part of her—their flesh and blood.

"Here are the test results."

Camilla took the medical report and scrutinized it carefully before pressing her fingers to her own wrist, checking her pulse.

So much had happened recently that she hadn’t had the energy to pay attention to her own body.

Any minor discomforts, she had dismissed as lingering effects of the life-binding curse.

Never had she imagined... it was because she was pregnant!

After a moment, her fingers stilled, then slowly withdrew from her wrist.

She and Sinclair... really were going to have a baby!!

Sinclair took in Camilla’s outstretched hand, his dark eyes brimming with tenderness.

Sinclair understood—Camilla needed time to process this news. Just like he had.

"Sweetheart—" Camilla placed her hand on her still-flat stomach, her gaze lifting to meet the man before her.

Shock, joy, confusion—countless emotions tangled in her chest. Beyond those two words, she couldn’t find anything else to say. "I’m here."

Sinclair covered her hand with his own, leaning down until his cool lips brushed gently against her forehead.

"Camilla, I’m here."

His movements were feather-light as he gathered her into his arms.

Their hearts pressed close, beating in perfect sync.

Cradled in Sinclair’s warmth, Camilla finally felt reality settle in, her racing thoughts gradually calming.

She wrapped her arms tightly around him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

"Sweetheart... we’re going to have a baby."

Every regret from their past life, every missing piece of her existence—one by one, they were being filled.

In that moment, Camilla felt nothing but overwhelming gratitude.