Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 104: Friends

Moira Young’s voice was soft, "Heath Sterling is just a friend, like my relationship with Carter Porter."

"You’re living together, and you still tell me you’re just friends?" Mrs. Sterling slapped the table and reprimanded, "You’re only eighteen or nineteen, you’re naive about relationships, even ignorant! Do you know what the consequences are of having a relationship with Heath Sterling?"

"What’s wrong with society now? More and more girls don’t understand what it means to keep themselves clean!"

Moira Young was at a loss, pressured by these words, "Aunt Sterling, I’ve said it, nothing improper happened between Heath Sterling and me. That day, I encountered trouble, Heath rescued me, he took pity on me and sheltered me, truly nothing happened between us..."

Mrs. Sterling was not going to listen to her explanation. She bypassed Moira Young’s words, looked at her bag, and asked, "Heath Sterling bought you this bag, didn’t he? He’s earning his own money now, got strong wings, taking care of women."

Mrs. Sterling didn’t know Moira Young had returned to the Sinclair family; she thought Moira Young was still living at Heath Sterling’s place.

"This bag is mine, Heath Sterling didn’t buy it for me, don’t misunderstand him." Moira Young’s intention in coming today was to explain clearly; she didn’t want to cause Heath Sterling trouble.

At this moment, a waiter walked past Mrs. Sterling carrying coffee, accidentally tripping over something, causing the coffee to splash onto Moira Young’s clothes.

Moira Young helplessly looked at the coffee stain on her clothes and the coffee splashed on her hands, "Aunt, I’m going to the restroom."

Then she went to the restroom to wash her hands clean and also handled her clothes briefly.

Returning to her seat, Mrs. Sterling seemed unwilling to continue the conversation and called the waiter to settle the bill.

"Aunt, you really need to trust Heath Sterling, we’re just platonic friends." Moira Young didn’t forget to explain once more at the last moment.

Heath Sterling ignored her, searched his bag for his wallet, and suddenly frowned, "Where did my wallet go?"

"Aunt, I’ll pay." Moira Young, fearing the embarrassment, opened her bag to get her card, but froze at the moment she opened her bag.

In her bag... since when was there a wallet?

"Why is my wallet in your bag?" Mrs. Sterling’s puzzled voice came.

Moira Young’s nerves were tight; with a clueless look, she pulled out Mrs. Sterling’s wallet, "I... I don’t know either..."

"Good Moira Young! You dare to steal my wallet! Truly a blood-related daughter, Arthur Whitman, the big fraudster, deceived so many people, and now his daughter is here stealing wallets!" Mrs. Sterling shouted venomously, drawing attention from everyone in the store.

Moira Young’s hand, extended to give back the wallet, froze in mid-air, her eyes suddenly filled with hostility. For a moment, her intuition told her the wallet was placed by Mrs. Sterling herself.

Why would she do this...

Upon hearing that she’s Arthur Whitman’s woman, everyone in the store began whispering and pointing at her.

"Call the police quickly, so she won’t harm others!" Suddenly someone shouted towards Moira Young and Mrs. Sterling.

Others followed suit: "Yes, call the police, quickly."

Moira Young felt a sting in her nose, slammed the wallet hard on the table, "I didn’t steal it!"

"If you didn’t steal it, why is my wallet in your bag?" Mrs. Sterling didn’t want to say more, "Come with me to the police station, I want Heath Sterling to know your true nature!"

"I didn’t steal it, why should I go!" Moira Young looked up at the surveillance cameras, then pointed at them and said, "I want to see the surveillance footage."

Mrs. Sterling frowned and gave the manager a secret signal. The store actually had a small share belonging to Mrs. Sterling, brought from her maternal family, so the Sterling family didn’t know.

The manager came over, agreeing to let Moira Young review the footage, provided they call the police first.

"Miss Whitman, I advise you to admit your mistakes and settle this privately." The manager stood in front, his face full of sarcasm towards Moira Young.

"My surname is Young, not Whitman, I didn’t steal anything." It was the first time Moira Young heard someone call her Miss Whitman, she really hated the two people standing before her now.

"Since you won’t voluntarily admit your mistakes, let’s leave it to the police. After all, there are so many customers in the store, they need a quiet environment." The manager pulled out his phone to report to the police.

Moira Young stubbornly remained silent, a clear conscience knows no fear, if she didn’t do it, then she didn’t do it.

After a while, the police arrived, inquiring about the situation on site. Because of the substantial amount of money in Mrs. Sterling’s wallet, along with several cardless passwords, they were all taken to the police station for statements.

Mrs. Sterling logically and clearly described the incident of losing her wallet and then finding it in Moira Young’s bag.

As for Moira Young, she knew nothing.

"Did you steal the wallet?" The police officer raised his eyes, meeting Moira Young’s defiant gaze. Having seen many criminals, they could tell from the surface for the most part.

"I didn’t steal it, it was a waiter who spilled coffee on me, then I went to the restroom, when I came back Aunt Sterling was ready to pay but couldn’t find her wallet, so I intended to use my card." Moira Young looked deeply at Mrs. Sterling, "I don’t know who put her wallet in my bag."

"Officer, isn’t there surveillance?"

"The cameras are broken." The police checked Moira Young’s personal information, "You’re Arthur Whitman’s daughter? Why does the information show there’s no father, your mother died when you were nine?"

"Officer, because she’s Arthur Whitman’s daughter, she’s now a rat hiding in the street, she has no means to survive, can only rely on stealing money." Mrs. Sterling said with such conviction, she wouldn’t let Moira Young go today, determined to label her as a thief, thereby breaking Heath Sterling’s heart.

"Officer, I’m an orphan," Moira Young stated calmly, understanding that times like this require maintaining composure. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

"There’s no record of you being at an orphanage, how did you grow up?" The police asked sharply.

Moira Young frowned slightly; she absolutely couldn’t involve Julian Sinclair, he never liked outsiders knowing about his affairs.

"The officer is asking you, a child is a child, dithering hesitantly." Mrs. Sterling gave her a glance.

"Stop talking, the child is still so young. With your constant reprimanding tone, who won’t be scared?" The police officer looked at Mrs. Sterling disapprovingly, thoughtfully glancing at her, "Your Sterling family has some prestige in this city, it’s best not to go too far."

Mrs. Sterling froze, suddenly feeling the police officer’s words had a deeper meaning.

The officer carefully checked Moira Young’s various records, only then discovering something overlooked earlier, "Moira Young, were you adopted?"

Moira Young hesitated and nodded.

"Who adopted you?" The police still thought they misread, there was no information about the adopter; logically there should be personal details.

Moira Young bit her lip tightly, unwilling to speak.