CHAPTER 444: SOMEWHERE THAT WILL MAKE A WOMAN HAPPY

"Please go ahead,

Mrs. Luther,"

Stephen’s face remained pale, but his demeanor had noticeably improved compared to earlier.

"If it’s within my knowledge, I’ll hold nothing back."

The glimmer of hope that he might walk again had visibly lifted his spirits, giving him an entirely different aura.

"It’s nothing major," Camilla closed her medical kit and looked up, her gaze piercing yet understanding as she studied Stephen.

"Mr. Mega, while you were in Country E, did you happen to hear of an elderly physician who shares my surname?"

Given her grandfather’s medical expertise, he wouldn’t have gone unnoticed anywhere.

Considering Stephen had even dug up details about her own medical skills—all because of his legs—it was unlikely he’d miss such a figure in Country E.

An elderly physician surnamed Rodriguez?

Stephen narrowed his eyes, pondering for a few seconds before shaking his head slowly.

"No."

His voice was weak, but his tone carried absolute certainty.

"The surname Rodriguez isn’t common.

If I’d encountered or heard of someone with that name, I would’ve made the connection the moment I met you, Mrs. Luther.

But my mind draws a complete blank."

Right

. If Stephen had known about her grandfather, he would have gone straight to him instead of coming to her with a business proposal.

Though Camilla had braced herself for this answer, a flicker of disappointment still flashed in her eyes.

She nodded silently, saying nothing.

Behind his transparent glasses, Stephen’s dark pupils gleamed with understanding.

Clearly, this elderly doctor—whose name she bore—meant a great deal to Camilla.

Sinclair had anticipated Stephen’s response, but seeing the look on Camilla’s face still tugged at his heart.

Sinclair rose from his seat and walked over to her, gently wrapping an arm around her waist.

"Camilla," he said, his voice deep and cool, yet carrying an unmistakable warmth reserved only for her.

"It’s time to go."

"Alright," Camilla nodded.

"Mr. Mega, make sure to rest.

I’ll come back tomorrow at the same time for the acupuncture session."

Beyond their mutually beneficial arrangement, she and Stephen had no other ties.

Now that the treatment was done, it was indeed time to leave.

The two turned to go.

"Ahem, President Luther, Mrs. Luther," Stephen’s gentle voice rang out just in time, stopping the couple who were about to leave.

"Please wait a moment."

Sinclair’s calm gaze settled on Stephen, as if he already knew what the man was about to say.

"I still owe Mrs. Luther a favor," Stephen said, deliberately avoiding Sinclair’s piercing stare and instead turning to Camilla.

A faint, deceptive smile played on his pale yet handsome face.

"If Mrs. Luther wishes to find this physician with surnamed Rodriguez, I can arrange for someone to locate him."

From this round of acupuncture, it was clear she truly had the skill to cure his leg. In that case, there was no harm in redeeming his promise earlier than expected.

Of course, the main reason was that it would put his own mind at ease.

After all, the weight of the words "unconditional favor" was not insignificant.

Camilla understood Stephen’s implication but had no intention of cashing in his promise so easily.

The challenges she might face while searching for her grandfather were still unpredictable—caution was key.

"No rush.

When the time comes, I’ll let President Mega know."

Seeing that Camilla didn’t take the bait, a flicker of disappointment flashed through Stephen’s narrowed dark eyes, though not a trace of it showed on his face.

"Very well," His voice was smooth as silk as he turned to the butler.

"Please escort President Luther and his wife out."

"Of course," The butler nodded respectfully before stepping forward, bowing slightly to Sinclair and Camilla.

"President Luther, Mrs. Luther, allow me to see you out."

Camilla gave a polite nod.

But as Sinclair turned, his icy, penetrating gaze lingered on Stephen for a brief moment.

Just a single glance, yet it carried a bone-chilling intensity that Stephen couldn’t ignore.

What was that supposed to mean?

His brows furrowed involuntarily, his mind racing with unspoken questions.

Inside the car, Camilla nestled into her husband’s crisp, comforting embrace, watching the scenery blur past through the window.

Suddenly, she straightened up, turning to Sinclair with realization dawning.

"Sweetheart, this isn’t the way back to the hospital."

She had always prided herself on her excellent memory.

"Hmm," Sinclair lowered his gaze to look at Camilla, his voice as gentle as his expression.

"We’re not going back to the hospital."

If not the hospital, then where?

Camilla stared at the man’s strikingly handsome face, now mere inches from hers, her eyes filled with confusion.

A faint smile curved Sinclair’s thin lips as he brushed his long, well-defined fingers lightly against the corner of her mouth.

"Somewhere that will make our baby happy."

Sinclair remembered every word Camilla had ever said.

To make a woman happy, it all boiled down to three simple phrases: "Yes, dear."

"Absolutely right."

"Buy whatever you want."

A place to make her happy?

Although Camilla didn’t know what Sinclair was up to, his thoughtfulness alone was enough to lift her spirits and chase away her earlier gloom.

The next moment, she glanced down at the white lab coat she was wearing.

"But we haven’t changed yet."

They couldn’t possibly go out dressed like this.

Anyone who didn’t know better might think they were pulling off some bizarre cosplay.

Watching Camilla’s conflicted expression, Sinclair chuckled softly and pulled her back into his arms.

"Don’t worry. I’ve already had everything prepared."

"Sweetheart," Camilla wrapped her arms tightly around her husband’s waist, nuzzling gently against his neck as she smiled sweetly.

"You really are the best, best, best husband in the whole world."

Important things deserved to be said three times.

This wasn’t just praise—it was the truest thought in her heart.

The best?

It seemed Camilla was too easily satisfied—what he had done was far from enough.

Sinclair remained silent, gently stroking Camilla’s back, though the faint smile at the corners of his lips deepened slightly.

Or perhaps, it would never be enough. This alone spoke volumes.

When you love someone, you always feel you haven’t given enough.

When you don’t, you constantly think you’ve given too much.

Meanwhile.

Stephen sat in the courtyard, his cold eyes fixed on the empty space before him as he recalled the look in Sinclair’s eyes before he left.

Had he... figured something out?

Or did he know that *he* had figured something out?

The butler returned after seeing Sinclair and Camilla off, frowning slightly at the sight of Stephen’s expression.

"Sir, is your leg still bothering you?

Let me take you back to your room to rest."

"No rush," Stephen shook his head, his gaze shifting into something more inscrutable.

"Bring me my phone. I need to make a call to Sinclair."

But... hadn’t Mr. Luther just left?

Could he have forgotten something?

The butler, hearing Stephen’s words, scanned the room with a puzzled expression.

Though the thought crossed his mind, his movements didn’t falter for a second.

Stephen took the phone and held it to his ear.

After all, he was the one seeking a favor.