Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 209: Collapse

Moira Young was just about to leave when she noticed Crystal watching her in front of the Roman pillar opposite.

Moira Young ignored her.

Crystal chased after her and stopped Moira Young, her makeup already smeared from crying, "Moira Young! I’ve worked so hard for so long and was almost at the finish line! But at the crucial moment, you’ve ruined everything!"

"I’ve already said what I needed to say. I didn’t report you," Moira Young felt that Crystal was behaving like a madwoman.

"Elena said she saw you writing a report letter!" Crystal was convinced that Moira Young was the one who did it!

"I’m going to fight you!" Crystal pushed Moira Young hard!

Moira Young’s legs were already weak, and with Crystal’s push, she couldn’t stand steadily and fell to her knees with a thud!

Moira Young’s knee bore the weight of her entire upper body, and the instant it collided with the tiles, she cringed from the pain!

Her knee had already suffered a severe injury the night before when she was in the mountainous area. This time, the wound made contact again, and the pain was too much for Moira Young to bear. Tears came streaming down.

"Do you think kneeling will make me forgive you? I’m telling you, it’s impossible! I’m going to expose your dirty secrets!" Crystal turned and ran, catching up with journalists who had already gone outside.

Moira Young endured the pain and struggled to get up from the ground, realizing her knee was bleeding again.

She steadied herself against the wall, her legs trembling. She slightly lifted the hem of her skirt and saw blood trickling down her calf, a shocking sight.

What... what to do...

Moira Young bit her lower lip, tears blurring her vision. It wasn’t the first time she felt helpless; by all means, she should be used to it.

But for some reason, she just wanted to cry, wanted to cry so much.

She wished there was someone who could stand up for her at this moment...

After calling the journalists, Crystal pointed at Moira Young in the hall and continuously spoke.

Moira Young’s mind was blank, buzzing, and she had no energy or intention to listen to what Crystal was saying.

Soon, the swarm of journalists came rushing back, blocking Moira Young.

"Moira Young, is it true that you have an unusual relationship with the director, which is why you got a second chance to perform?"

"Moira Young, how many times have you been involved with the director?"

"Moira Young, when did you start having a relationship with the director?"

One question after another, each ’Moira Young’ was like a knife ruthlessly cutting across Moira Young’s face.

She could no longer distinguish whether these people in front of her were humans or demons.

"Why has the bump on your head gotten bigger?" The female journalist who comforted Moira Young earlier noticed this.

"Why... are you bleeding?"

With that remark, the cameras swiftly aimed at Moira Young’s ankles, her body constantly trembling, breathing faster and faster, yet the oxygen she inhaled seemed ineffective.

The oppressive darkness prevented her from thinking properly.

It was as if Moira Young had been stripped bare, pointed at by everyone, treated as a tool for generating gossip.

She really... couldn’t hold on any longer...

Moira Young’s eyes seemed uncontrollable, tightly shutting, her body weak and numbly falling to the ground.

She heard the sound of her heart breaking into pieces.

Before she completely lost consciousness, she had one thought—

If only Uncle was here...

When Moira Young woke, she found herself in the hospital, alone in the ward.

She sat up slightly, her head heavy, sitting for a few seconds before lying back down.

At this moment, a nurse pushed the door open to change Moira Young’s medication. Moira couldn’t help but ask, "Nurse, am I sick?"

The nurse smiled, "Who stays in the hospital without being sick?"

The nurse finished changing Moira Young’s IV drip, "It’s the last bottle; once it’s done, you can go home."

"Nurse, I remember only injuring my knee..." Moira Young, just waking from unconsciousness, still had a somewhat dazed expression. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"Did you soak your knee after injuring it?"

Moira Young’s brain was now a muddled mess.

"Everything’s inflamed, almost ulcerated, didn’t you know?" The nurse lifted the blanket, letting Moira Young see her knee.

Moira Young saw her knee wound and wrinkled her nose, finally realizing the pain.

She remembered getting drenched in the rain last night and taking a bath; while bathing, her knee was curled up outside the water, but she fell asleep afterward, so her knee soaked in the water...

"The wound has been treated, but avoid moving for a few days; the knee is a movable joint, moving will definitely be painful," the nurse advised.

"Absolutely do not let it get wet or hit again; otherwise, surgery will be necessary."

Moira Young dared not look at her knee again, covered in medication but still slightly seeping blood, making her shiver uncontrollably.

"Thank you, nurse."

As the nurse was about to leave, she returned, "Almost forgot, don’t cover the wound, let it be exposed."

"It’s quite cold recently, when your family takes you back later, turn on the heating at home, don’t catch a chill."

Moira Young gratefully looked at her, "Thank you for telling me so much."

"It’s the least I can do." The nurse said, then pushed the door and left.

Moira Young waited until she left to sigh slightly; she has no family to pick her up; she has nothing.

So, she can only rely on herself.

Moira Young rested for more than ten minutes, trying to restore her brain to normal function, seeing the drip almost finished, implying she’ll need to find a way to walk home herself soon.

The nurse came in to remove her IV, and after ensuring the blood from Moira Young’s hand stopped, looked at her expectantly and asked, "Can you give me an autograph?"

Moira Young paused for a moment, "An autograph?"

"Yes, yes." The nurse took a pen from her pocket and handed it to Moira Young, and took out a small notebook.

Moira Young was meeting someone asking for her autograph for the first time, feeling quite embarrassed, her ears a bit red.

After hesitating, she eventually signed for the nurse.

"The bodyguards at the entrance are quite handsome. I’m going to take a picture with them later." The nurse spoke to herself happily, then skipped out.

Moira Young lay on the bed, hearing everything the nurse said, but where did the bodyguards come from?

Her priority now was how to get home, not considering the bodyguards at the door, so she didn’t think much about what the nurse said.

Moira Young slowly moved her legs to the edge of the bed, a process already quite painful, hard to imagine how she’d walk home on those semi-disabled legs.

The hospital room door suddenly opened.

"Miss, I’ve come to take you home." Steward Liu entered respectfully.

Moira Young didn’t expect Steward Liu to come, instinctively looked behind him.

"Miss, the young master is currently en route to Vesperia, so I’m here to take you home." Steward Liu quickly understood Moira Young’s gaze.

Moira Young couldn’t quite grasp her expression after hearing this news.

She felt disappointed and somewhat saddened.