Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 311: Figuring Things Out

Seeing his fearless demeanor, Adrian Grant smiled and said, "Mr. Webb seems quite confident. Do you know the relationship between Moira and Julian? Being a third party now seems a bit inappropriate, don’t you think?"

Aiden Webb maintained his cold expression and replied, "Who I like is none of your concern."

As the tension in the hospital room mounted, Moira Young grew increasingly anxious, wanting to speak up and intervene.

But every time she managed to utter a word, she was silenced by the group, who completely disregarded her presence.

"I honestly wouldn’t have guessed, Mr. Webb has such a peculiar preference. Instead of minding your own business, you choose to meddle as a third party in someone else’s relationship. If word gets out, your reputation in the entertainment industry might plummet," Adrian Grant mocked.

"My reputation naturally has nothing to do with you," Aiden Webb responded with a hint of disdain on his impassive face, seemingly indifferent to Julian Sinclair and Adrian Grant.

Moira Young was utterly astonished. She was used to seeing others fawning over Julian Sinclair and Adrian Grant, but witnessing Aiden Webb’s fearlessness made her heart race.

Should Julian Sinclair erupt in anger later, Aiden Webb’s standing in the entertainment industry would undoubtedly be threatened.

Upon realizing this, Moira couldn’t care less. She raised her voice to defend Aiden Webb: "Uncle, it’s not like that. The senior was joking with me earlier. How could he possibly like me? It’s impossible, isn’t it, senior?"

As she spoke, she tried desperately to signal Aiden Webb with her eyes, but he seemed oblivious and shook his head, saying, "I do like you. Is there a problem?"

"..."

Moira Young was speechless, unsure how to respond.

How could liking someone be wrong? She couldn’t say that. If she did, Aiden would surely express his feelings more directly, which would clearly challenge Uncle’s authority.

With this thought, Moira Young pressed her lips together, truly at a loss about what to do.

Observing Julian Sinclair’s sour expression, she wondered if he was really considering attacking Aiden Webb.

Adrian Grant stood calmly behind Julian Sinclair, seemingly disinterested in speaking, only smirking with a hint of amusement, leaving Moira Young curious about his thoughts.

Despite her curiosity, the tense atmosphere quickly pulled Moira back to the present, prompting her to attempt to alleviate the hostility.

However, Julian Sinclair spoke first, addressing Aiden Webb coldly, "Leave."

"You think I have to leave just because you said so?" Aiden Webb lifted his eyelids indifferently, giving Julian Sinclair no face.

Once again, the atmosphere became awkward.

Moira Young coughed lightly, trying to mediate, "Senior, maybe you should leave for now and visit me another day when you have time. Don’t worry, I’m doing fine here."

Upon hearing Moira Young’s words, Aiden Webb’s demeanor softened slightly, and he turned to Moira with a gentle smile, "Moira, take good care of yourself. I’ll visit you again tomorrow."

"Okay, senior, be careful on the way."

Before leaving, Aiden Webb stood up, his cold gaze sweeping over Julian Sinclair, carrying a clear warning.

Julian Sinclair responded with a faint smirk, glaring back indifferently.

The exchange of glances failed to determine a victor, and Aiden Webb had no intention of staying longer.

After he departed, Julian Sinclair approached Moira Young’s bedside as if nothing had happened, asking gently, "Moira, are you hungry? What would you like to eat?"

"I just drank the chicken soup brought by senior, so I’m not hungry now." After saying this, Moira Young hurriedly covered her small mouth with her hands.

Given Julian Sinclair’s domineering character, if he knew she drank chicken soup brought by Aiden Webb, he might be displeased again.

Yet Julian Sinclair’s reaction was completely unexpected; not only was he not angry, but he didn’t show any displeasure.

Though extremely curious about why, Moira Young refrained from asking, worried he might suddenly change his mood.

In the afternoon, after taking her medicine, Moira Young drifted into sleep without much conversation with Julian Sinclair.

Once Moira Young fell asleep, Julian Sinclair left the room with Adrian Grant.

On the rooftop.

The gentle autumn breeze brushed their faces as Julian Sinclair sat on the swing, gazing into the distance.

Adrian Grant pulled out several documents from somewhere and handed them to him, explaining, "You previously asked me to investigate Aiden Webb’s background. I’ve found some clues now."

"Let’s hear it."

"Aiden Webb is the eldest son of the Winslow family, originally named Zachary Winslow. The Winslow family is one of the top noble families in the country, comparable to your Sinclair family. Furthermore, from what I’ve gathered, Aiden Webb isn’t the only child."

Adrian Grant pointed to the documents, indicating Julian Sinclair should continue reading.

"Aiden Webb’s mother became pregnant again more than ten years after his birth, giving birth to a daughter. As the family’s only girl, she was pampered from a young age. But before turning three, she inexplicably disappeared and remains missing to this day."

With each sentence Adrian Grant spoke, Julian Sinclair felt increasingly certain.

There seems indeed to be a deep connection between Aiden Webb and Moira Young. This was why he didn’t truly get angry today when Aiden Webb boldly said he liked Moira Young.

If the two are indeed siblings, some matters are not so simple.

"Julian?"

"Hmm?"

Adrian Grant furrowed his brow: "From this, it seems Moira is very likely Aiden Webb’s sister. If she really is the Winslow family’s daughter, could her relationship with Arthur Whitman be a mistake?"

"Impossible," Julian Sinclair replied solemnly. "I’ve tracked him for so many years; how could I be mistaken?"

"Julian, the facts are right in front of you. Maybe it’s just an accident. If Moira truly is the Winslow family’s child, she can’t be Arthur Whitman’s daughter."

Adrian Grant sighed deeply. "If she isn’t Arthur Whitman’s daughter, you don’t have to worry about harming her, right? This is good for you."

"She is," Julian Sinclair’s gaze was resolute.

"But it doesn’t make sense. If Moira is Arthur Whitman’s daughter, how could she be connected to the Winslow family?" When confronting Arthur Whitman, Julian Sinclair’s proud rationality always faltered. Adrian Grant shook his head helplessly, hoping Julian Sinclair could calm down and reflect on this matter.

"Don’t say it anymore, I won’t be mistaken." Julian Sinclair’s eyes were filled with certainty; he would never make such a basic error.

Adrian Grant had no idea what else to say, so he gently advised, "Nothing in life is absolute. Even if you’re smart, you can still make mistakes. Think it over carefully."

He knew very well how much anguish and agony Julian Sinclair had endured over the past twenty years. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

But Moira Young remained innocent.

If possible, Adrian Grant hoped Julian Sinclair could let go of his inner hatred and spend the rest of his life well with Moira Young. If he truly couldn’t let go, Adrian Grant hoped he wouldn’t destroy his love with his own hands.