Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 171: Reporting to the Police

Hospital.

Moira Young lay on the hospital bed, thinking a lot. She really wanted to quit the program, but she had already signed a contract with LE, and it’s probably not something she could just walk away from.

She sighed weakly and closed her eyes.

In the corridor, someone seemed to have bumped into something, and a nurse shouted, "Mr. Miller, where’s your son? You should quickly get back to bed." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Upon hearing this, Moira Young suddenly thought of the housekeeper, Mr. Miller. His figure suddenly surfaced in her mind.

She didn’t hate Mr. Miller like she did Julian Sinclair, but she still didn’t want to think about it. After all, everything related to the Sinclair family was no longer her concern.

Moira Young relaxed her body again, trying not to let her thoughts wander.

However, as soon as she closed her eyes again, she recalled the small house she saw in the suburb yesterday. The person locked inside looked a lot like Mr. Miller!

Could it be...

But shouldn’t Mr. Miller be with Julian Sinclair all the time? How could he be locked up?

Moira Young carefully recalled the time she saw Julian Sinclair yesterday. It seemed like Mr. Miller really wasn’t with him. Instead, there was another younger person.

Her palms tightened unconsciously. Could it be Julian Sinclair who locked up Mr. Miller?

Moira Young thought it over and over, feeling something was off. She became quite worried about Mr. Miller’s safety, and her first instinct was to report it to the police.

She ran to the police station alone and found a police officer who didn’t seem too busy.

"Officer, may I ask if it’s illegal for someone to lock up another person?" Moira Young asked.

"Please explain in detail."

"I accidentally ran near a small house in the suburb that day, and there were several people guarding it. Inside, there was someone who looked a lot like someone I know." Moira said word for word.

"Why did you run to the suburb? And how did you see that small house?" The officer had seen plenty of people with strong suspicions, and usually, it was just their imagination, with nothing criminal happening.

"I... I just somehow ended up there, and then it suddenly rained, so I hid by the edge of that small house." Moira Young didn’t know how to explain why she went there. She couldn’t very well say it was because she saw someone she didn’t want to see.

"Maybe they were also taking shelter from the rain?" the officer laughed. "Young lady, perhaps you were mistaken. If someone was locked inside, how could you have noticed, and how come nobody else passing by noticed?"

"But..." Moira Young really felt there was someone inside, "When I took a cab back from there, the driver also said there was someone locked inside..."

The officer didn’t expect there would be another witness, "You said you recognize the person locked up?"

"I just think it looks like them, but I’m not sure."

"What’s their name?"

Moira Young suddenly forgot. She really didn’t know Mr. Miller’s full name, "I’m not very sure what his name is..."

The officer looked at her, puzzled, "Didn’t you say you know him?"

"We all call him Mr. Miller; he’s the butler for the Sinclair Group." Moira Young hoped that with this information, the police could check it out.

The officer was taken aback, "The person you’re talking about has been missing for a month. Are you sure you saw him? Think carefully."

Moira Young originally hoped the person locked up wasn’t Mr. Miller, but hearing the officer say that, her heart tightened. She was now ninety-nine percent sure that Mr. Miller was locked in that small house.

Moira Young went completely blank and didn’t even respond to the officer’s words, instinctively running out.

Recalling the way back, she relied on her memory and kept moving forward. For some reason, she felt very tired after walking not too far today, whereas yesterday, she walked a long time without feeling it.

Moira Young’s feet were sore, and her dance practice shoes had thin soles, which were a bit worn out after walking for a long time.

Her heels were rubbed raw and started bleeding.

Fortunately, she finally found the place she came to yesterday. There were still four or five people guarding around the small house.

Moira Young avoided their sight and tried to sneak around from the back, but unexpectedly, they still noticed her.

Those people had seen Moira Young yesterday; her appearance was just too striking to forget easily, so they all remembered her curiosity about the small house yesterday.

"Stop!" suddenly one shouted harshly!

Moira Young panicked, turned around, and ran!

But she was ultimately just a girl, and those big men caught her. One of them covered Moira Young’s mouth, effortlessly carrying her on his shoulder, quickly running back, and then entering the small house.

Moira Young struggled frantically with all her might, but it was all in vain.

The person put Moira Young down, giving her a chance to catch her breath.

"What were you sneaking around for?" the person interrogated.

"Just passing by." Moira Young became vigilant. She was now on the first floor of the house. It was somewhat dark inside, but it did seem like the driver said yesterday—the place used to be lived in and was later bought.

She glanced with her peripheral vision at the stairs leading to the second floor, which was blocked by a door.

"Where do you live nearby?"

Moira Young didn’t know the names of the surrounding places, so she made something up, "I live in Aerion District."

"Nonsense! There’s no Aerion District here. What are you really here for?" The person took a step forward, ready to hit.

Moira Young fearfully stepped back several steps, fear gradually seeping into her eyes.

The person saw the fear in Moira Young’s eyes and immediately understood. He frowned, instinctively glancing at the stairs to the second floor, "Are you here to find someone?"

"I... I’m not..." Moira Young couldn’t possibly admit it!

"Do you know him?" the person continued questioning.

"No... I don’t know..."

"How do you know who I’m talking about and say you don’t know him! And you dare say you’re not here to find someone!" The person took out a rope, dragging Moira Young over without any pity.

"Since you came to find him, go upstairs and keep him company!" The person easily lifted Moira Young, then took out a key from their pocket, opening the door to the second floor.

Without another word, he threw Moira Young inside.

Moira Young fell heavily on the floor, gasping in pain.

"Miss Young?" an old-sounding voice came from behind.

Moira Young turned abruptly and saw Mr. Miller, with a bit of gray hair, standing stunned in front of the window.

"It’s really you!" Moira Young climbed up from the floor, looking at him in disbelief.

Although Mr. Miller was already fifty years old, he used to look spirited and didn’t seem his age at all. Now, he seemed half-aged.

Moira Young suddenly felt a touch of sympathy, a kind of junior’s sympathy for an elder.