Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire-Chapter 315: Where is my Wife

"...Understood,"

Dr. Caleb sighed inwardly.

Having just witnessed Madam Luther’s temper, she knew further objections would be futile.

Reluctantly, she adjusted the blood extraction speed as instructed.

Soon, the required amount of blood filled the collection tube.

Meanwhile, in the outer chamber—

"Bzzzzz—"

The man’s body trembled violently as the Golden Silkworm poison writhed inside him.

Iris’s expression tightened.

Reaching into her

robe, she produced a small transparent vial and uncorked it.

"Bzzzzz—"

"Bzzzzz—"

The Golden Silkworm poison emerged from his throat, circled twice midair, then alighted on Iris’s shoulder.

Yet her focus remained fixed on his slightly parted lips, awaiting something.

Moments later, a black poison worm—no larger than a pinky finger—peeked out from within.

The sight sent chills down the spines of Luke and the other amateurs present.

The black poison worm didn’t emerge immediately—it seemed to hesitate.

Noticing this, Iris narrowed her beautiful eyes and decisively drew a knife across her fingertip.

Crimson blood dripped from her finger, and the black poison worm, clearly enticed, swiftly crawled out and inched toward the blood.

"Finally got you."

Seizing the moment, Iris picked up the black poison worm and placed it into a transparent vial.

Micheal’s sunken face was etched with despair.

This must be the original poison worm of the life-linked curse.

Camilla’s eyes brightened slightly.

She quickly adjusted her clothes and stood up, stepping toward the door.

However, weakened from the recent blood draw, she barely took a step before the world spun around her.

Fortunately, Dr. Caleb reacted swiftly and caught her.

"Madam, you should rest before going anywhere."

Four hundred milliliters was the maximum amount of blood an adult man could safely donate in a day—let alone the heart’s blood.

Madam’s body is frighteningly frail right now.

"No need. I’m fine,"

Camilla shook her head, steadied herself, and walked out, her delicate face nearly drained of color.

Seeing her emerge, Iris handed her a transparent vial.

"Mrs. Poison, this is the original poison worm for the Life-Linked poison."

Camilla lowered her lashes, her beautiful eyes fixed on the vial.

Only when she drew closer could she see the thin golden line tracing the dark back of the poison worm.

"When can we begin the transfer?"

"Anytime," Iris replied, her gaze lingering on Camilla’s pallid complexion with concern.

"It all depends on your condition."

"I can do it. Let’s start now."

Camilla’s voice was icy, her tone resolute.

"What do I need to do?"

She could only deceive Sinclair once—and this would be the last time.

"Alright."

Iris studied the calm determination in those serene eyes and nodded without hesitation. "Grandma Porter—"

"Yes,"

Grandma Porter approached Camilla and handed her a black pill.

"Madam Luther, you must take this poison- summoning pill first," she said gravely.

"This medicine is quite potent.

You may experience severe pain.

If it becomes unbearable, you may stop at any time—though the procedure cannot continue afterward."

"I’ve told you, no matter how painful it is, I can endure it."

Without hesitation, Camilla took the black pill and swallowed it.

Within moments, her blood surged violently through her limbs, and her organs twisted as though gripped by an invisible hand.

The agony was excruciating.

Clenching her crimson lips, Camilla remained seated, her pallid face glistening with cold sweat.

Yet despite the torment, she stifled every cry—not a single whimper escaped her.

Mrs. Luther’s love for Mr. Luther knew no bounds.

Both Iris and Grandma Porter understood all too well the agony that came with the poison-drawing pill.

Watching Camilla endure it now, their eyes couldn’t help but fill with admiration.

"Grandma Porter, let’s begin."

"Understood."

Without hesitation, grandma Porter approached Micheal, holding the original poison parasite of the Life bound poison.

"No... stay away!"

Micheal’s sunken, haggard face twisted in terror and panic as he stared at the approaching figure.

"You can’t break the Life bound poison like this—you mustn’t!"

Otherwise, all his schemes would come to nothing.

Grandma Porter paid him no mind.

She deftly inserted the original poison parasite into Micheal’s ear.

Meanwhile, under her direction, the two other physicians began transfusing the heart’s blood Camilla had drawn earlier into Micheal’s body. freēwēbnovel.com

"No... no!"

Micheal’s chest heaved violently as he thrashed his head from side to side, as though trying to dislodge the parasite by sheer force.

But the stimulated poison worm only burrowed deeper with increasing speed.

"Ahhhh—!!!"

A sudden, excruciating pain wracked his body, forcing his scarred, skeletal hands to claw desperately at the bedside.

Camilla watched the scene unfold, her eyes glinting with bone-chilling frost.

Once the life-linked poison was dealt with, she would make this beast—the one who had harmed Sinclair—pay in blood a thousand times over!

Meanwhile, in the front courtyard’s parlor.

Sinclair’s dark eyes narrowed sharply at the sight of Ramsey, unconscious on the sofa.

Sinclair turned, his gaze sweeping over the panicked servants like a blade, the depths of his obsidian eyes swirling with unfathomable darkness.

"Where is my wife?"

His voice was quiet, yet each word cut like a razor, piercing their eardrums with terrifying precision.

The servants froze under the suffocating aura of violence radiating from him, too petrified to respond.

Seeing their silence, Sinclair’s expression hardened.

Slowly, he retrieved the gun from Ramsey’s person and cocked it with deliberate menace.

"Answer me, or I’ll put a bullet in every last one of you."

The cold, black muzzle leveled at them left no room for doubt.

Everyone working at the Luther Estate knew full well about Sinclair’s temper and methods.

His usual quiet demeanor was terrifying enough—let alone the state he was in now.

One servant was so frightened they stumbled and fell to the ground.

"T-The madam... she’s in the backyard!"

The backyard?

A realization flashed through Sinclair’s mind, and he strode forward without hesitation.

His dark eyes burned with unrestrained fury.

Meanwhile, outside the medical ward— "..

President Luther?!"

The mercenaries guarding the door stiffened in shock at the sight of the tall, imposing figure approaching them.

But the madam had said President Luther would never wake up!

What were they supposed to do now?

Exchanging uneasy glances, none of them dared to move a muscle.

Sinclair towered before them, his striking features half-lit by the dim glow of the overhead lights, casting shadows that deepened the cold menace in his expression.

His gaze narrowed dangerously, voice devoid of all warmth.

"Move."

"You dare stop me?"

The men were frozen in place by the terrifying aura radiating from Sinclair, their voices trapped in their throats.

With a cold smirk, he uttered a single word.

"Move."

As he spoke, he strode forward without hesitation.

The mercenaries stood rigid, not daring to lift a finger.

The moment the door swung open, every eye in the room snapped toward him.

"Sinclair?"

Camilla’s beautiful eyes widened in shock, disbelief flickering in their depths.

Sinclair’s gaze swept past the crowd, instantly locking onto her.

Seeing her unharmed—not lying cold and lifeless as in his nightmare—his chest loosened slightly.

But the next second, his heart clenched again.

Her face was deathly pale.

A heavy silence filled the room as the two stared at each other across the distance, the air thick with unspoken tension.

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