Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 312: Identity

It’s a pity that he couldn’t empathize with Julian Sinclair’s pain, so naturally, he had no right to ask Julian to let it go.

Before leaving, Adrian Grant told Julian Sinclair, "The Winslow family has been looking for their daughter all these years. It’s best if you keep Moira’s information under wraps."

Once the Winslow family discovers Moira’s identity, everything Julian Sinclair has prepared over the years will be in vain.

"Hmm," Julian Sinclair responded indifferently, as if unbothered.

Meanwhile, Aiden Webb indeed began investigating Moira Young’s identity, but unfortunately, his progress wasn’t as smooth as Julian Sinclair’s.

Since deciding to take Moira Young in, Julian Sinclair had already done the groundwork to ensure confidentiality, sealing all information related to Moira Young so that no one could find a trace of her.

And what they could find was only what Julian Sinclair allowed them to find.

Laura Lowe handed Moira Young’s information to Aiden Webb and asked puzzledly, "Sir, all of Moira Young’s information is here. There’s nothing special. Why are you so interested in her?"

"This is none of your business," Aiden Webb replied coldly, not even giving Laura Lowe a single glance.

"Sir, no matter what, Moira Young is never going to be good enough for you. If the master and madam find out you’ve fallen for a girl from the entertainment industry, they will be furious."

Laura Lowe tried to persuade Aiden Webb earnestly. She just didn’t understand, what was so good about this Moira Young? It’s one thing for Julian Sinclair to act foolishly for her, but why was their young master also being foolish?

How could a mere actress be worthy of their young master?

"Shut up!" Aiden Webb’s narrow phoenix eyes burst with cold light, as if he would strangle her if she said one more word.

Startled, Laura Lowe swallowed and dared not say more, but her eyes showed dissatisfaction.

She quietly retreated, not daring to say another word.

However, after leaving the room, her gaze turned increasingly venomous, muttering under her breath, "Moira Young! It’s all your fault. If you insist on ruining my affairs, don’t blame me for being unkind!"

Since Moira Young appeared, the young master’s attitude towards her had plummeted. He used to agree with whatever she said, and now, for a lousy girl, he yelled at her?

If it weren’t for her appearance, she would be the most important woman next to the young master.

The master and madam had intended to marry her to the young master, and once the time was right, she could smoothly join the Winslow family and become the young madam of the Winslow family.

"Damn Moira Young." The more Laura Lowe thought about it, the more indignant she felt, wishing she could rush to the hospital and kill Moira Young right now.

Meanwhile, Aiden Webb looked at Moira Young’s information, lost in thought.

The information was just ordinary details, easily found with a simple search engine query, completely useless.

He frowned slightly, his face full of worry. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Actually, he didn’t need to think much to understand the reason behind this.

As things stood, perhaps he could only have a proper talk with Julian Sinclair.

The following afternoon, Aiden Webb prepared delicious turtle soup again, ready to visit Moira Young.

Seeing this, Laura Lowe hurried to catch up, whispering, "Sir, may I come with you?"

"No need." Aiden Webb replied indifferently.

"I also want to go see Miss Young..."

But Aiden Webb didn’t give her a chance to finish, getting into the car, starting it, and speeding away.

Soon, the handsome car body disappeared into the air, leaving Laura Lowe stomping her feet in anger.

After an unknown time, she finally calmed down and regained her previous strong woman image.

Aiden Webb arrived at the hospital as Moira Young was having dinner. Seeing the turtle soup he brought, she eagerly asked him to open it and took a few sips.

"Senior, your cooking is truly amazing." After a few sips of turtle soup, Moira Young sincerely praised.

"I’m glad you like it," Aiden Webb looked at Moira Young dotingly, bringing the soup closer to her mouth, "Drink more if you like it."

Standing to the side, Mrs. Miller gave a fake sigh of jealousy, "Sigh, Miss has grown up and doesn’t like Mrs. Miller’s braised ribs anymore."

Seeing this, Moira Young quickly waved her hand, "No no no, Mrs. Miller’s braised ribs are also my favorite."

"Really?" Mrs. Miller seemed skeptical.

"Really!" Moira Young, raising her bandaged hand, promised earnestly.

Hearing this, Mrs. Miller’s face lit up with a smile, carefully removing the meat from the ribs to feed her, "Miss, what do you want to eat tomorrow?"

Moira Young tilted her head for a moment and then softly said, "Anything made by Mrs. Miller, I love."

"You know how to make me happy." Even knowing Moira Young’s words were polite, Mrs. Miller couldn’t stop smiling.

The ward was filled with harmony and joy, yet Julian Sinclair was nowhere to be seen.

Aiden Webb looked around, not seeing Julian Sinclair, and casually asked, "Why hasn’t your Uncle shown up?"

Moira Young replied while drinking soup, "Uncle is almost recovered now, doing rehabilitation these days. He should be walking in the park now. Is there something you need with Uncle, senior?"

"Nothing," Aiden Webb’s thin lips curled, "Here, drink the soup."

Only after Moira Young finished the entire pot of soup did Aiden Webb leave.

As he was going downstairs, he bumped into Julian Sinclair, who was coming upstairs on crutches.

As they passed each other, Aiden Webb spoke coldly, "Julian Sinclair, we need to talk."

"There’s nothing to talk about between us." Julian Sinclair didn’t even turn back, intent on leaving on crutches.

But at that moment, Aiden Webb grabbed his arm, his tone indescribably forceful, "I think we should talk."

"Let go," Julian Sinclair frowned.

"No," Aiden Webb’s face showed no emotion.

The two of them stood deadlocked for a full two minutes. In the end, Julian Sinclair couldn’t win against Aiden Webb’s persistence and followed him out of the hospital.

In the café.

Soothing music floated in the air, Julian Sinclair sat in a deck chair, his expression icy, "Say what you want, I don’t have time to waste on you."

"Why block Moira’s identity information?" Aiden Webb got straight to the point.

"That’s none of your business," Julian Sinclair sneered continuously, not intending to waste more words with Aiden Webb.

"By doing this, you’re only covering up. Even if you don’t let me investigate, I know that the relationship between Moira and me is definitely not so simple."

This was probably the longest sentence Aiden Webb had ever spoken to Julian Sinclair.

He stared straight at Julian Sinclair, as if trying to read something from his face.

However, from start to finish, Julian Sinclair showed no emotion, his face calm and even slightly mocking.

He said in a deep voice, "What relationship could Moira have with you? You must be suffering from some delusion."

"She is my sister!" Aiden Webb firmly asserted.

"I have never heard that you have a sister. Mr. Webb, it’s better not to recognize relatives indiscriminately; otherwise, you’ll only embarrass yourself."