Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire-Chapter 17: He is better now

"Hold on,"

Camilla tugged on Sinclair's clothing.

"Your condition hasn't been effectively suppressed.

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I still need to utilize acupuncture to stabilize you."

The acupoint she used just now could only temporarily aid Sinclair in regaining control.

The subsequent acupuncture is the real treatment.

"No need," Sinclair slightly furrowed his brow, his demeanor as frosty as his voice.

"I can control it myself."

He loathed the scent of blood on his body, and despised the monster-like aspect of himself when his illness struck.

Furthermore, this woman had seen him during an episode.

He didn't want to see any hint of fear or pity in her eyes. Sinclair began walking away, his handsome yet ill face cold as ice.

However, not only did Camilla not let go of Sinclair's clothes, but she also followed him with the medicine box in her hand.

"Wherever you go, I will follow," She suppressed the sourness in her heart, continuing in a soft voice,

"Since I have already helped treat you, I must take responsibility until the end."

Upon hearing this, Sinclair abruptly stopped in his tracks, slowly turning around.

He never believed in unprovoked concern; what exactly did this woman want to do?

Sinclair's lips curled up into a cold, mocking smile, those deep, dark eyes staring sharply at Camilla, apparently intending to discern her true intentions.

Camilla saw her own reflection in his familiar dark eyes, her heart trembled, but she did not look away.

Thus, the two maintained eye-contact. Seeing this situation, Ramsey gave a meaningful look to his man standing behind him.

The mercenary nodded in response, then walked out.

Quite surprisingly for Sinclair, the shimmering eyes in front of him were full of worry, and there seemed to be even...heartache.

Apart from this, there was nothing else. Sinclair frowned, the bubbling rage within his heart slowly receding.

Just at this moment.

"Sinclair!" Mr. Sinclair" Grandpa Luther and Uncle Carlos swiftly walked in.

The sight of the lucid Sinclair brought a look of surprise and joy onto their faces.

Following them, Joshua entered with astonishment clearly displayed in his widened eyes.

How is this possible?! He was hired by Grandpa Luther at a high price to treat Mr. Sinclair's condition, and he had been doing it for nearly five to six years.

Over the past year, the frequency of Mr. Sinclair's condition worsening became higher, and the duration of each episode grew longer.

The dosage of the sedative he prescribed to Mr. Sinclair increased continually, but the effect gradually lessened.

This time, it didn't work at all. Just how did this young Mrs. Camilla manage to keep Mr. Sinclair's condition under control in such a short time?!

Sinclair moved his gaze away from watching Camilla and turned to look at Grandpa Luther.

"Grandfather, why do you always worry because of my illness?"

His voice was low and indifferent, yet those who knew him could hear the guilt and concern.

"I was just waiting outside, what's worrying about?"

Grandpa Luther didn't entertain his grandson's words but looked at Camilla; his eyes held hope.

"Camilla, is Sinclair's condition under control now?"

"No, the symptoms were just temporarily alleviated,"

Camilla gave Sinclair a glance and her gorgeous face was filled with helplessness. "Grandpa, Sinclair refused to let me undergo follow-up treatments."

Grandpa Luther is the only person in the Luther Family who genuinely cares for Sinclair.

And Sinclair profoundly respects him. If he agrees, Sinclair will not be able to refuse.

Even though it's inappropriate, Ramsey still couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

Is the young lady tattling to the old man?

After receiving a warning glance from his own grandfather, Ramsey quickly suppressed his smile and adopted a daunting expression. "What?"

Grandpa Luther's eyebrows furrowed tightly and he glared at Sinclair with a face full of anger.

"You insolent child, do you think I have lived too long and aim to provoke me to death?" Sinclair pursed his thin lips and said nothing.

His long and narrow eyes just lightly glanced at Camilla.

Camilla, feigning ignorance, stared straight ahead as if she saw nothing.

"Ungrateful grandson," Mr. Luther emphasized his tone.

"If you don't let Camilla treat you today, I'll sever our grandfather-grandson relationship!!"

Uncle Carlos and Ramsey both bowed their heads synchronously.

The old man was giving his knockout punch.

Camilla's beautiful eyes widened slightly. Isn't this a bit too serious?!

Just as she was about to speak, she heard Sinclair's cold, hoarse voice.

"I get it," He looked at Camilla.

"Come with me."