Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire-Chapter 339: Tiffany shared her fears of Loving Calvin to Camilla

"President Calvin..."

Aria stared in disbelief at the man who had just been speaking to her with such tenderness.

Her carefully crafted pitiful expression faltered completely.

"What did you say?"

Calvin didn’t even spare her another glance.

Those captivating peach-blossom eyes now held nothing but icy detachment.

Wilfred, however, caught on immediately, his initial panic melting into a smug grin.

"Don’t trouble yourself, sir, don’t trouble yourself," he said obsequiously before whirling on his bodyguards with a sharp bark.

"You idiots!

Get her out of here now! If you ruin President Calvin’s mood, you’ll pay for it!"

"Yes, sir!"

Two bodyguards seized Aria again, stuffing a cloth into her mouth before flanking her tightly as they dragged her away.

She struggled violently, her desperate, muffled cries

"Mmmpgh—!

Mmmph—!"

directed at Calvin.

But Calvin had already lost interest, not even bothering to look her way.

Calvin casually tossed the freshly used handkerchief onto Wilfred’s head before striding out.

"Take care, Mr. Calvin," Wilfred murmured, his tone obsequious as he escorted Calvin to the door.

Only after Calvin had driven off did Wilfred straighten up, turning his attention to Aria, who was still struggling.

"Just a used-up whore, playing the chaste saint in front of me," he sneered, shoving the handkerchief—the very one Calvin had discarded onto him—into the scant fabric covering Aria’s chest.

His eyes glinted with mockery.

"In his eyes, you’re worth less than this scrap of cloth."

With a grunt, Wilfred bent into the car, followed by the bodyguard dragging Aria inside.

The vehicle rolled away, heading toward a nearby hotel.

Aria knew there was no escape now.

She turned her gaze in the direction Calvin had left, her eyes brimming not just with despair but with a fresh, seething hatred.

If it had been that woman—the one with the name Tiffany—in this situation, he would never have done this.

Human nature was often like that.

When others extended a hand, it was taken for granted.

But when they didn’t, it became an unforgivable betrayal.

Meanwhile...

Tiffany had finished preparing nourishing soup for Camilla and bought her favorite fruits before driving her own car toward the Luther Family Estate.

Her face was etched with anxiety, completely oblivious to the several vehicles tailing her from a distance.

"Hold back—stop here," commanded a narrow-eyed man with a buzz cut and a face full of hardened flesh, his tone laced with caution as he eyed the white Audi not far ahead.

"We’ll make our move once she’s out of the Luther Family’s territory."

"Understood!"

"Got it—"

By the time Tiffany pulled up to the Luther Family Estate, Luke was already waiting at the entrance.

"Miss Tiffany," he greeted warmly, stepping forward to take the items from her hands.

"Madam is expecting you in the living room. Please follow me."

Tiffany nodded, her delicate, porcelain-like face tense with unspoken worry.

Inside the living room, Camilla sat on the sofa, flipping through the pages of a medical textbook.

She wore an apricot-colored knitted dress, her long, wavy hair casually and lazily pinned up at the back.

Her entire demeanor exuded a quiet serenity, yet there was an unmistakable touch of cool elegance about her.

"Madam, Miss Tiffany is here."

The moment Tiffany spotted her friend, she swiftly stepped past Luke and hurried forward.

"Camilla, how are you feeling?"

Camilla lifted her gaze, her face still pale and fragile, but those dark, beautiful eyes remained clear and lucid.

"I’m really fine," she said softly, immediately setting aside the medical book and pulling her friend down to sit beside her with a gentle smile.

"Come, sit with me."

Luke placed the items Tiffany had brought on the coffee table in front of them, then turned and left, giving the two their privacy.

Tiffany sat beside Camilla, her eyes scanning her friend intently from head to toe.

Only when she confirmed that Camilla’s spirits and condition seemed stable did she exhale slightly—though the relief was minimal.

"What exactly is this Twin-Life poison about?"

Tiffany gripped Camilla’s hand tightly, her voice laced with urgency.

"Show me the wound.

How bad is it now?

Are there any side effects after the transfer?"

The entire journey here had nearly scared her to death.

Camilla gently squeezed her hand in return, answering each question with calm reassurance.

Seeing Tiffany’s lingering worry, she narrowed her beautiful eyes playfully.

"Have you forgotten what I do for a living? Do you really think I’d let anything happen to myself?"

Of course, Tiffany knew her friend’s medical skills were extraordinary—but she also knew the saying, "A physician cannot heal themselves."

Her eyes reddened with heartache.

"I hope Mr. Luther and the Luther Family are worth all this," she muttered, her voice thick with emotion.

"Otherwise, I swear I’ll make them pay."

Then, forcing a fierce tone, she added, "And if you ever hide something this dangerous from me again, I’ll never forgive you.

Not in this lifetime."

"Okay,"

Camilla hugged Tiffany, resting her face on her shoulder with an indescribably tender expression.

"I promise, I won’t ever dare to keep secrets from my Fanny again."

"That’s more like it," Tiffany sniffled, forcing back the tears welling in her eyes.

The corners of Camilla’s lips curled deeper into a smile.

Fanny was no different from family to her, and she knew the feeling was mutual.

If their roles were reversed, she’d be just as upset—if not more.

"Oh,

Camilla,"

Tiffany suddenly remembered, her gaze landing on the insulated lunchbox on the coffee table.

"I made you some nourishing soup.

Come on, try it."

"Alright," Camilla replied without hesitation, though she had little appetite.

She picked it up and took small, deliberate sips.

"How is it?"

Tiffany watched her expectantly.

"Your cooking skills are getting better and better,"

Camilla blinked her crescent-shaped eyes, teasing with a playful smile.

"Been practicing a lot for someone special lately?

Practice makes perfect, huh?" freeweɓnovel~cѳm

They both knew exactly who "someone" referred to.

At the mention of Calvin, Tiffany couldn’t help but recall what had happened earlier, a fleeting shadow of gloom passing through her eyes.

Still, she kept her smile in place, not wanting her friend to worry.

"If you still have the energy to tease me, I guess you’re really fine."

But Tiffany had underestimated just how well Camilla knew her.

"Fanny,"

Camilla set down her soup and fixed her gaze on Tiffany, her bright, captivating eyes narrowing slightly.

"Did Calvin do something to upset you?"

No matter what had happened between Calvin and Fanny, she would always stand unconditionally by Fanny’s side.

"No," Tiffany shook her head.

"Calvin didn’t do anything to me."

To be precise, it all started with her bullying him.

Camilla looked at Tiffany, knowing she was telling the truth.

The coldness in her eyes softened.

"Fany," she said, holding Tiffany’s hand.

"What exactly happened between you two?"

Aside from her mother—who had long since remarried and disappeared.

Camilla was the only family Tiffany had left in this world.

If she didn’t step in to help, no one else would.

After a long silence, Tiffany finally lowered her head and spoke slowly, recounting everything that had happened between her and Calvin over the past few days.

Camilla listened quietly.

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