Chapter 140: Emergency Call from Sinclair

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Chapter 140: Emergency Call from Sinclair Just then— "Boss, Madam," Aunt Naomi walked in, holding Carrie Ann’s hand, her face bright with a warm smile. "Dinner is ready." Carrie Ann slipped free from Aunt Naomi’s grasp and immediately darted into Camilla’s arms, giggling. Another one to the rescue. Sinclair’s eyes darkened as he loosened his tie with a sharp tug. The temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees. "Camilla..." Tiffany gaped in shock. "Who... who is this little girl?" A secret love child? A runaway ex-lover returning with an adorable kid to reclaim his heart? Clearly, Tiffany’s imagination was running wild, fueled by one too many melodramatic web novels. "It’s a long story," Camilla said with a soft laugh, glancing at Ramsey. "Let’s talk over dinner." "Take Tiffany Tiffany to the dining room." "Right away." Ramsey immediately wheeled the chair toward Tiffany and guided her toward the dining area. Camilla held Carrie’s small hand and approached Sinclair, her voice tender. "Darling, shall we go too?" "I was beginning to think," Sinclair remained motionless, his dark eyes fixed on Camilla with unmistakable displeasure. "Camilla had forgotten about her husband." "How could I?" Camilla leaned down and swiftly pressed a kiss to the man’s thin lips. "I might forget anyone else, but never my husband." Carie Ann covered her chubby little face with both hands—Grandma had said this wasn’t for children to see. A faint smirk tugged at Sinclair’s lips as he stood, wrapping an arm around Camilla’s slender waist and guiding her toward the dining room. Inside the spacious dining area, Sinclair ate with refined elegance, savoring the food on his plate. "Fanny," Camilla used serving Spoon to place a piece of sweet and fish onto Tiffany’s plate across the table. "Try this." Tiffany’s hometown was Los Angeles, and this dish had been prepared especially for her. Sinclair lifted his gaze, his dark eyes slowly observing Camilla. Camilla wiped the serving Spoon clean and reached for the glutinous rice. Sweet? Sinclair’s brows furrowed slightly before smoothing out almost instantly. Fine, sweet it is. As long as it’s from Camilla. Yet, to his surprise, that glistening rice landed on the little girl’s plate under his watchful gaze. "Auntie Naomi, feed this to Carie Ann." One was injured, and the other was crucial to curing Sinclair’s poison—she had to take good care of both. Sinclair’s dark eyes deepened. He set his cup down with a heavy thud. The sharp clink drew the attention of everyone at the table. His strikingly handsome face remained impassive, but his inscrutable gaze locked onto Camilla with unsettling intensity. "Accident." Accident?! Reading the unspoken message in her husband’s eyes, Camilla couldn’t decide whether to laugh or sigh in exasperation. "Accidental slip? More like she’s feeling neglected again." She deliberately cast a pointed glance at Tiffany and Fanny. "From now on, you two can fend for yourselves. I’m going to focus all my attention on serving my husband." "Got it." Tiffany kept her head down, continuing her meal with an amused smirk. This sweet and fish was cloyingly sweet—way too much sugar. Sinclair’s lips curved slightly as he silently watched Camilla, neither speaking nor moving. "Sweetheart," Camilla picked up a piece of his favorite dish with her Spoon and placed it onto his plate. "This is your favorite. I had the kitchen prepare it specially for you." "Hmm." Sinclair narrowed his dark eyes, then grasped her wrist and guided her hand to his lips. Under everyone’s gaze, he calmly ate the bite directly from his wife’s fingers, utterly unruffled. "Keep going." Carrie frowned, her grape-like eyes brimming with confusion. "Uncle, you’re such a grown-up, yet you still need someone to feed you?" Aunt Naomi’s lips curled into a warm, knowing smile that lingered. They say men become childish in front of the one they truly love. Even someone as composed as their boss is no exception. After dinner, Camilla and Tiffany were glued to each other again. And now, there was Carie Ann too. Watching the three of them cuddle together, Sinclair’s dark eyes narrowed slightly. At this rate, Camilla might not even be able to keep him company at night. Rather than leave it to chance, why not... A faint smirk played on Sinclair’s lips as he picked up his phone and stepped out of the living room. "Sinclair," Calvin’s lazy voice drifted through the phone. "It’s late—shouldn’t you be holding your darling wife instead of calling me?" Or does he want...? Sinclair pressed his lips together. "Get to the manor within half an hour." "What’s so urgent that it has to be said in person within thirty minutes?" Calvin’s tone instantly grew more serious. "Sinclair, my heart hasn’t been great lately—I can’t handle any shocks. Give me a heads-up first, ease me into it." "No need for easing," Sinclair replied, his voice cool and unreadable. "You’ll find out when you get here. Remember—half an hour." Without another word, he ended the call. On the other end— Damn it! Calvin immediately set down his glass of red wine, changed his clothes, and called for his driver, speeding toward the Luther Family manor. Sinclair dialed another number. "Sinclair?" The call connected almost instantly, and Taylor’s gentle voice came through. "What happened?" Sinclair repeated his earlier words to Calvin in the same detached tone. Taylor paused for a brief moment before responding. "Alright, I’ll be right there." Sinclair pocketed his phone and turned back into the living room. His deep, cool voice cut through the conversation between Tiffany and Camilla. "Do you know how to play Cards?" Cards? Camilla and Tiffany froze, wondering if they had misheard. "Weren’t you feeling upset and shaken earlier?" Sinclair said calmly, his gaze settling on Tiffany. "This will help you unwind." Camilla thought his reasoning made perfect sense. At night, the mind tends to wander into dark places. Better to distract it with something fun. Fany had injured her leg and couldn’t easily go out, so playing Cards was indeed a perfect way to pass the time at home. "Thanks," Tiffany couldn’t shake the feeling that Sinclair’s words carried a hidden meaning. "But I don’t know how to play." "No worries," Sinclair’s lips curled slightly. "Someone will teach you." He glanced sideways at Camilla. "Sweetheart, if you don’t know how, I can teach you." "I do know." Camilla nodded. Mr. Sanchez was an avid Card player who often invited friends over for games, making Camilla serve tea and snacks while watching from the sidelines. After observing a few rounds, she had picked it up. In less than half an hour, Taylor and Calvin arrived at the Luther residence. Ramsey studied their grim expressions, his own face clouded with unease. "Ramsey, what exactly is going on?"

Chapter 140: Emergency Call from Sinclair

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