Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 261: Scheming

After both had left, the entire hospital room felt incredibly empty, the silence unsettling.

She slumped back onto the sofa, her spirits plunging to the lowest point.

The night quietly arrived, and a dim light from outside spilled in, yet Moira Young remained in the same position she had been since the afternoon, completely still.

Outside the door, a sudden knocking broke the night’s stillness.

Moira Young moved her numb legs, slowly stood up, and walked to the door.

As she pulled the door open, Fiona Rhodes’ face, carefully made up, appeared.

Seeing it was her, Moira instinctively wanted to shut the door, but after a day of listlessness and skipping dinner, there was no way she could outmatch Fiona’s strength.

Before she could close the door, Fiona had already forced her way in.

"Heard you were sick? I thought it was something serious, but it looks like you’re far from dying," Fiona paced around the room, her gaze never settling on Moira’s face.

"What are you doing here? Please leave," Moira said coldly; she had no energy to deal with Fiona right now.

Fiona chuckled, "Still as dull as ever, little girl. Why am I here? Of course, it’s to..."

She paused before continuing, "To see you make a fool of yourself."

Moira glared at her fiercely, saying nothing, but her eyes said it all.

"Oh? Why so fierce? I’m here out of kindness to see you, and you should be grateful," Fiona said, suddenly laughing again, her eyes filled with deep disdain.

"I actually hope you die of your illness, so there’ll be no one to compete with me for Julian anymore. What a pity."

Hearing Julian Sinclair’s name, Moira’s expression became even more unpleasant: "Even if someone were to die, it’d be you, old witch, dying first."

Those words, "old witch," pierced Fiona deeply. Compared to the young and beautiful Moira, her age indeed put her at a disadvantage. Now that Moira had hit her sore spot, how could she possibly stay calm?

"Moira Young, what do you think you are? Just because you’re a few years younger than me, you think you’re something? You’re nothing but Julian’s kept dog!"

Fiona sneered repeatedly, "Just a wild child without parents, do you really think Julian would like you? Stop dreaming!"

Moira’s background is an eternal pain in her heart. She always feared Julian Sinclair would abandon her.

But she clung to Julian’s tenderness and indulgence, never daring to think of such things, and now Fiona’s words were like a knife stabbing into her wound, leaving her bleeding.

Anger and sadness made Moira lose her reason, and she suddenly shoved Fiona hard.

Fiona’s lips curled as she fell to the ground at the exact moment Moira touched her, tears welling in her eyes.

Moira was stunned; she had barely touched Fiona, not even used any force, how could this...

However, the answer quickly became apparent to her.

Looking at the tall figure in the doorway, Moira understood she had been played by Fiona.

"What are you doing?" Julian Sinclair’s cold eyes stared straight at Moira.

Moira instinctively wanted to explain, but Fiona was faster.

Weakly lying on the floor, tears at the corners of her eyes, Fiona said, "Julian, my foot, I twisted it."

Julian’s indifferent gaze swept across Moira’s face, seemingly seeking an explanation.

Moira shook her head, her expression aggrieved, "If I say it wasn’t me, do you believe me?"

"I saw it with my own eyes, what do you think?" Julian finished speaking and picked up Fiona to leave.

Fiona, facing Moira, provocatively raised her red lips, silently declaring war, "Moira Young, you’re destined to be defeated by me."

Moira was completely disheartened with Julian, tears of grievance suddenly streaming down her face, realizing this was how he saw her.

A self-mocking smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, as she seemed to believe Fiona’s words. To Julian, perhaps she was really just an insignificant pet dog.

To spoil when liked, and dispose of when not.

Ha...

How ridiculous.

When Julian returned with Fiona after her examination and saw Moira about to leave, he seized her wrist without hesitation and frowned, "Where are you going?"

"Where I go, what I do, who I see has nothing to do with you!" Moira coldly laughed, breaking free from his grasp, rushing forward heedlessly.

Seeing this, Julian blocked her path and pulled her into his embrace, his face full of displeasure, "Moira, stop being unreasonable."

Being unreasonable? Moira laughed in anger, too tired to waste words on Julian, desperately fought out of his embrace, and ran for her life.

She never wanted to see Julian again, not his deceitful face.

She didn’t know how long she ran before she finally stopped.

Standing in the bustling street, Moira was at a loss, where was she supposed to go?

Running out in a fit of anger, without money or phone, where could she go?

She could only wander aimlessly, the night wind blowing her ink-black hair into disarray, her white dress standing out in the night, but also so desolate.

"Eh? Carter, look, isn’t that Moira?" Mimi, sitting in the car, nudged Carter Porter’s arm, her eyes fixed on the figure by the roadside.

Carter, playing a mobile game, instinctively looked up upon hearing Moira’s name, suddenly astonished, "It really is Moira, where is she going?"

"Still playing games? Get out and ask," Mimi nudged him angrily. After all, they were all friends; how could they not care?

Finally realizing, Carter quickly opened the car door and got out, followed closely by Mimi.

Moira, her eyes vacant, kept walking, not knowing where to go, only moving continuously.

"Moira!?"

Hearing someone calling her name, Moira stopped and turned to see Mimi and Carter looking at her, panting.

She asked puzzled, "What’s wrong with you guys?"

"What’s wrong with you, rather? We’ve been calling your name from behind, why didn’t you respond?" Carter, seeing Moira’s devastated state, grew more worried.

Mimi quickly chimed in, "Yeah, Moira, what’s wrong? Why are you wandering alone at this late hour?"

Moira shook her head lightly, pursed her red lips, seemingly unwilling to talk.

Since she didn’t want to speak, Carter hesitated to ask further, only inquiring, "Where are you heading? We can give you a lift."

"I have nowhere to go," Moira finally replied after a short silence.

"How can you have nowhere to go? Aren’t you..."

Carter, quick to speak, was about to mention Moira’s status, but midway was pinched hard by Mimi, who shot him a warning glance.

Receiving the warning from his little darling, he dared not say more and obediently hung his head.