Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 163: The Conversation

The Porter family.

Because he stayed up too late last night, Carter Porter hadn’t woken up by noon.

Moira Young arrived at Carter’s house early and sat on the sofa waiting for him.

Carter’s mom usually likes to watch variety shows and entertainment programs when she’s idle at home, and that night she saw Moira Young on stage. She was shocked for a long time, but now that she thinks about it more carefully, it’s quite normal for Moira to become a star given how outstanding she looks.

Although the Porter family is not some prominent family, it is still of a medium status, so they do look down a bit on celebrities.

Fortunately, Carter’s mom has always liked Moira Young, so she doesn’t carry any prejudice.

"Moira, have some fruit. I see you’ve lost weight recently. Haven’t you been eating well?" Carter’s mom pushed the fruit platter on the coffee table in Moira Young’s direction; indeed, the child looked thin.

"Auntie, I’ve been doing quite well lately." Moira Young politely took a piece of pineapple; it was very sweet.

Carter’s mom checked the time, "That boy stayed out late last night, who knows what he was up to, and now it’s this late and he’s still not up. Maybe I should go wake him?"

"No need, Auntie, let him sleep a bit more, no rush." Although Moira Young had complex feelings and wanted Carter to take her to the hospital to see Heath Sterling quickly, she knew Carter must be terribly tired and thought he should rest a bit more.

After a while, the housekeeper had already prepared lunch, and Carter’s mom really couldn’t wait anymore, so she went upstairs to wake Carter.

Soon, Carter descended the stairs looking still half-asleep. Upon seeing Moira Young, he was a bit surprised but quickly understood.

"Moira has been waiting for you all morning, saying she needs to talk to you." Carter’s mom served a bowl of rice for Moira.

Carter yawned, "Moira, let’s eat first, we’ll talk after dinner."

"Okay." Moira Young replied softly, her obedient manner endearing.

After the meal, Carter and Moira went outside and hailed a cab by the roadside.

"Carter, where’s your car?" Moira Young asked, puzzled, as she hadn’t seen it when she entered his house.

Carter scratched his head, feeling a pang of bitterness, "Don’t mention it. It’s all because of Thea Thorne."

"She... went to the hospital too yesterday?" Moira Young felt like it had been a long time since she’d heard Thea Thorne’s name.

"It’s bad luck, really. This city is so big, who’d have thought you’d still bump into someone at the hospital in the middle of the night? I feel like she’s like a sticky plaster, impossible to shake off." Carter finally managed to hail a cab.

"My car got impounded for speeding. I’ll have my dad deal with it in a few days."

Carter took out his phone to text Heath Sterling, asking if his parents were still there at the hospital. Heath replied after a while, saying they weren’t.

"Moira, Heath’s parents are not at the hospital right now, probably gone to eat. I’ll take you to see him, and then we’ll head out."

Moira nodded, her feeling of guilt rising.

When they reached the ward, seeing Heath Sterling swollen like a pig’s head, Moira Young’s eyes reddened instantly, with immense remorse written all over her face, along with guilt and sorrow.

Heath Sterling ended up like this, and it was indeed all her fault.

"Silly girl, did my ugliness make you cry?" Heath Sterling joked to cheer her up; he didn’t want her to harbor guilt.

Moira Young’s tears flowed down her cheeks as she choked out an apology, "I’m sorry... it’s all my fault..."

Heath Sterling could already sit up a bit. His swollen eyelids revealed his anxious eyes, "What are you crying for! I’m not like this because of you!"

"Yeah, stop crying..." Carter, too, didn’t know how to comfort her.

Just as Moira was about to speak, the ward door suddenly opened, and all three of them turned to look. Thea Thorne walked in with an insulated lunch box.

"Moira Young, what are you doing here? Haven’t you done enough harm to Heath?" Thea Thorne immediately grew haughty upon seeing Moira, walking in to place the lunch box on the bedside table.

"You’re not needed here, so get out." Thea said rudely.

"Mind your words, don’t think just because my mom likes you that you can act all mighty in front of me." Heath Sterling rolled his eyes.

Moira Young was well aware of her wrongdoing, "Heath, you should rest well here. I’ll come see you again tomorrow."

Just as she was about to leave, unexpectedly, Aunt Sterling and Heath’s dad came in as she turned around.

Heath and Carter both paused, their throats moving as tension filled their eyes.

"Aunt Sterling, look, here comes the jinx!" Thea Thorne immediately went over to hold Aunt Sterling’s arm, her face sour.

Aunt Sterling’s eyes gradually filled with hatred, a hatred sharp as a blade that scored Moira Young’s chest.

Moira Young always knew Aunt Sterling particularly disliked her but never expected such hatred.

Standing aside, Heath’s dad’s face was odd too. He patted Aunt Sterling’s shoulder, signaling her to calm down, and then stepped forward himself.

"Moira Young, is it? I’d like to have a talk with you." Heath’s dad felt it was indeed necessary to have a conversation.

Heath was unwilling to comply, "What’s there to talk about? Dad! What exactly are you planning?"

Heath’s dad pretended not to hear, stepping out of the ward first. Moira Young looked at Heath, then willingly followed. It didn’t matter what Heath’s dad had to say to her; she was determined to apologize.

Heath’s dad stood at the end of the hallway, and Moira Young walked over to face him.

"Uncle... I’m sorry..." Proper manners were important.

Heath’s dad sighed, waving his hand, "Don’t call me Uncle. I don’t have the qualification."

Moira Young sensed the sarcasm in Heath’s dad’s words, so she remained silent, quietly listening to him speak.

"I know that Heath’s mom offended you before, but it was because you and Heath were too close."

"I always thought it was Heath who was persistently chasing you, but seeing you coming to the hospital on your own today, I understand you two are mutual." Heath’s dad was showing signs of aging, looking much older lately.

"Uncle, you misunderstood. We’re not like what you think." Moira Young explained.

"Let me ask you this: do you know Heath likes you?" Heath’s dad wasn’t keen on listening to her explanations.

Moira Young paused, biting her lower lip tightly, remaining silent.

She certainly knew Heath liked her.

Seeing her like this, Heath’s dad knew Moira Young must know of Heath’s feelings for her, so he continued, "Then do you like Heath?"

Moira Young lowered her head, like a child who had done something wrong. Previously, she might have thought she liked Heath, but now, she felt nothing but emptiness, void of any emotions.

Heath’s dad sighed again, "Regardless of the answer, you’re Julian’s, so you’re not suitable for our family. Keep your distance in the future."

Upon hearing Julian Sinclair’s name, Moira Young abruptly raised her head. Her eyes, previously filled with apology, suddenly turned cold, "I belong to no one."