Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire-Chapter 357: Sinclair Luther hacked the Antonio hospital system

"Sweetheart," Sinclair swiveled his laptop toward Camilla.

"All set."

The screen displayed Tiffany’s recent call logs and messages in meticulous detail.

With memories of her past life still vivid, Camilla wasn’t surprised by her husband’s technical prowess.

She pressed her crimson lips together, her eyes fixed intently on the screen.

Soon, her gaze locked onto a number Tiffany had contacted repeatedly over the past few days.

Without hesitation, Camilla dialed it immediately.

The phone rang endlessly before finally being picked up.

"Who is this?"

The moment the voice came through, recognition flashed in Camilla’s eyes.

So, it was her.

"Marie, it’s me," Camilla’s voice was icy, dripping with restrained fury.

"Camilla."

Thanks to Tiffany, Marie and Camilla had met on several occasions.

They weren’t exactly close, but they weren’t strangers either.

Marie didn’t beat around the bush, her tone laced with urgency.

"Miss Rodriguez, are you here to ask about Fanny too?"

"Too?"

Camilla frowned, a flicker of wariness flashing in her eyes.

"Marie, has someone else been asking about her?"

"Yes," Marie clearly trusted Camilla and spoke without hesitation.

"Mr. Calvin came by earlier, said he was a friend of Fanny’s."

So it was Calvin.

The tension in Camilla’s eyes eased slightly as she pressed for details about what had happened to Tiffany in recent days.

Worried about Tiffany’s safety, Marie recounted everything she knew, including every word Tiffany had said before, leaving nothing out.

Camilla’s delicate, pale face tightened, her clear, beautiful eyes now filled with an icy chill.

"You’re saying Fanny was admitted to Antonio’s Hospital after the car accident?"

The dark look in her eyes clearly indicated she had thought of something.

"That’s right, it’s Antonio’s Hospital," Marie immediately provided Camilla with the hospital’s detailed address.

"Fanny knows the director there, so they’ve been taking extra good care of her—she got the best ward and even has a private nurse," she sighed.

"Honestly, that’s the only reason I felt comfortable enough to agree not to tell you about the car accident right away."

"I understand," Camilla said, realizing Marie didn’t know more.

After thanking her, she hung up.

"Sinclair," she turned her head to look at her husband.

"I remember my professor mentioning that Antonio Hospital, where Fanny was admitted, is actually owned by Antonio.

Do you think I could call him to ask..."

She wanted to inquire whether any suspicious individuals had been spotted around the hospital during Fanny’s stay.

Of course, Camilla phrased it this way to be considerate of Sinclair’s feelings.

If it weren’t urgent, she wouldn’t even think of contacting Antonio. Antonio?

Sinclair’s mind flashed to that utterly insignificant man, his sharp brows and piercing eyes veiled in an inscrutable darkness.

The coincidence was almost too perfect.

Seeing Sinclair remain silent, a glimmer of understanding flickered in Camilla’s eyes.

"If you’re not comfortable with it, that’s fine.

I can send someone to find Antonio instead."

"No need."

Sinclair studied Camilla for a long moment before responding in a low, indecipherable tone.

"Go ahead and call."

"Thank you, darling."

Camilla pressed a light kiss to the corner of Sinclair’s lips, then pulled up Antonio’s WhatsApp to make the call.

As for his phone number—she hadn’t even bothered to save it.

She had assumed that, given the late hour, Antonio might not answer.

Yet the call connected almost instantly.

"Camilla?"

A warm, deep voice carried through the phone.

So he actually dared to pick up?

Sinclair’s thin lips curled into an inscrutable smile, his already unfathomable eyes now completely darkened.

His icy gaze seemed to freeze the very air before him.

Long, well-defined fingers absently traced the obsidian ring on his hand, a clear sign he was deep in thought.

"Sorry to bother you so late, Senior," Camilla began, her voice laced with urgency yet unmistakably distant.

"I need to ask you for a favor."

"Camilla," Antonio replied, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips—unseen by her.

"Between us, there’s no need for such formalities."

Antonio paused briefly.

"Tell me what you need."

*Between... us?*

Sinclair’s brow lifted slightly, his handsome face expressionless, but his eyes turned dangerously cold.

Camilla, however, didn’t register the intimacy in Antonio’s tone—or rather, she had no mind to notice.

"I’d like the surveillance footage from around Fanny’s hospital room for the past couple of days, as well as the contact information of the caregiver who’s been looking after her."

"Of course," Antonio’s voice grew heavier, laced with concern.

"But may I ask why?"

Antonio toyed with the pen in his hand, his expression inscrutable.

"I’m sorry," Camilla pressed her lips together, choosing not to reveal the truth.

"If it’s inconvenient, just forget I mentioned it."

Apart from the few people currently involved, she trusted no one with this matter—not even Antonio.

Antonio’s fingers paused briefly around the pen before resuming their idle movement.

*She doesn’t trust me?*

Antonio lowered his head, the faintest hint of mockery curling at the corner of his lips.

"Senior Mega?"

"It’s no trouble," Antonio narrowed his eyes and spoke slowly.

"Anything for you, anytime."

His unhurried voice was deep and gentle, yet carried an unspoken undertone.

"I’ll have someone prepare it right away and send it over shortly." Camilla frowned.

She thought she had made her stance perfectly clear.

Just then, Sinclair took the phone from her. "Thank you for your trouble, Mr. Antonio."

Camilla felt distinctly uncomfortable with Antonio’s overly attentive and intimate tone.

Seeing the opportunity, she leaned back into the warm embrace behind her, choosing to ignore the conversation altogether.

On the other end of the line, the faint smile on Antonio’s lips froze instantly.

Only after a brief pause did it soften slightly.

"No trouble at all. I’m happy to help Camilla."

"My wife has always said that Mr. Antonio is a rare kind soul," Sinclair remarked, his lips curving into a smirk, his dark eyes inscrutable.

"And now, it seems she was absolutely right."

A Good Man?

Antonio prided himself on being a man of absolute rationality.

Yet when he heard the insinuating tone in Sinclair’s words, his expression darkened involuntarily.

Antonio wanted to respond, but the words stuck in his throat.

What could he say?

Deny that he wasn’t a good man?

The silence stretched until Sinclair’s deep, icy voice cut through again.

"Since this is Mr.Antonio’s first time in the capital, navigating certain matters might prove... inconvenient."

Though spoken softly, each word carried the unmistakable authority of someone accustomed to power.

"To show our gratitude, should the Luther Family’s assistance ever be required in the future, don’t hesitate to ask."

The call ended.

Antonio lit a cigarette, his once composed features now shadowed with cold intensity.

Every encounter with that Luther bastard left him feeling inexplicably outmaneuvered.

Exhaling a plume of smoke, he gave a derisive laugh.

"Sinclair, let’s see how long your smug superiority lasts."

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