Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 313: Tough Battle

"Julian Sinclair!" Aiden Webb’s patience has clearly reached its limit.

But unfortunately, the person he’s facing is Julian Sinclair, who matches him in every aspect.

Seeing Aiden Webb eager to know Moira Young’s identity, Julian Sinclair became even more composed.

"Is Moira really my sister?" Aiden Webb asked again.

Julian Sinclair maintained his calm demeanor, his expression unreadable. He took a sip of coffee and spoke slowly, "What are you talking about? I can’t understand."

Aiden Webb’s face turned cold, "You know the truth about this better than anyone. Stop pretending."

"Since you’ve decided Moira is your sister, I have nothing to say. But it’s not good to randomly recognize relatives; I hope you improve this habit."

"Julian Sinclair..."

"If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going now."

Julian Sinclair struggled to stand up, leaning on a cane as he walked out. Despite his inconvenient leg, he still carried a commanding presence.

Watching Julian Sinclair’s departing figure, Aiden Webb’s face turned somber, he heavily slapped the table, asserting, "No matter how you obstruct, I will definitely uncover Moira’s background."

Since he couldn’t get useful information from Julian Sinclair, he had to start with Moira Young.

In the following days, Aiden Webb became increasingly frequent at the hospital, and his time spent there grew longer.

Julian Sinclair was displeased with this, attempting to drive him away several times without success, leaving him to his own devices.

However, to prevent Aiden Webb and Moira Young from having time alone, Julian Sinclair even sacrificed his rehabilitation time, accompanying Moira Young every day without leaving.

Although Moira Young found it odd, she was naturally happy with Julian Sinclair by her side.

Time flew by, and over half a month had passed. Julian Sinclair initially had a minor injury, and now it’s almost healed.

After a comprehensive check-up, the doctor breathed a sigh of relief, "Mr. Sinclair has recovered very well. With another day or two of rest, he can handle the discharge procedures."

"And what about me?" Moira Young couldn’t help but inquire about her condition upon knowing Julian Sinclair could be discharged.

To her surprise, the doctor looked at her and shook his head helplessly, "Miss Young, your recovery is also good, but it might still take some time before you can be discharged. Please stay peaceful for now."

"Is there no definite time?" Moira Young drooped her head, feeling instantly lifeless.

Having spent over half a month in the hospital, she’s had enough of the bland days there. She started missing Mrs. Miller’s cooking, longing for coffee, tea, and cake.

Though people say food is the most important thing for humans, she wasn’t someone focused on gastronomy and had grown tired of the monotonous life in the hospital.

"Your injuries have healed nicely. If nothing unexpected happens, you might be discharged in another month." Moira Young’s recovery is quicker than anticipated.

Earlier estimates ranged from two months to half a year, but now it seems unnecessary.

Moira Young lowered her gaze, looking at the bandages that hadn’t been removed, and fell into deep thought.

"Are you sure a month will be enough?"

The doctor nodded affirmatively, "Of course, provided nothing unexpected happens."

"What kind of unexpected events?"

"Like the wound reopening."

After the doctor left, Moira Young looked at Julian Sinclair with envy, "Uncle, will you still visit me after you’re discharged?"

"When did I say I was leaving the hospital?" Julian Sinclair smiled gently.

"What do you mean?" Moira Young paused her eating, "You’re not leaving even though you’re recovered?"

"Why? Don’t want me to stay with you?" Julian Sinclair said, placing a piece of apple in Moira Young’s slightly open mouth, watching her chew like a little hamster, surprisingly in a good mood.

After munching the apple, Moira Young nodded, then shook her head, "I’m glad to have you with me, but is it suitable for you not to return to the company?"

Julian Sinclair curved his thin lips, "Work can be done here."

"No matter what you say, you haven’t been back to the company for a long time. It’s better you take a look." Moira Young’s voice lowered, "Besides, have you forgotten our reason for returning home? Fiona Rhodes suddenly returning to Vesperia, aren’t you curious?"

Perhaps it’s a woman’s intuition at work; she feels Fiona Rhodes’s sudden return to Vesperia isn’t that simple.

Upon hearing this, Julian Sinclair’s hand feeding the apple paused, a hint of harshness flashing in his eyes.

After a moment, he said solemnly, "Then I’ll return for a look, handle things and immediately come back to be with you."

"Okay." Naturally, Moira Young had no objections. Ever since the beginning, Fiona Rhodes has been like a ticking time bomb around her. If this explosive isn’t properly defused, she’ll never be at peace.

Who knows, with her strong revenging mentality, what trouble she might cause again.

Two days later, Julian Sinclair processed the discharge procedures. Although he didn’t want to leave, with Moira Young’s constant urging, he boarded the car back to the company.

Inside the car.

Old Butler Miller reported on the recent company situation in detail; a lot had happened since the accident.

"Young Master, although I tried to suppress the news about your car accident, rumors still spread wildly. Our domestic stocks have drastically fallen due to the accident, with the situation being pessimistic."

"Immediate news conference, it’s time to introduce the new product we’ve researched."

As Old Butler Miller reported, Julian Sinclair discussed solutions.

"Yes, but it seems that Vesperia has also caught wind of your accident, and the old master has frequently contacted me during this period..."

Julian Sinclair curled his lips into a cold smile, which didn’t reach his eyes, "What? Does the old master have any instructions?"

Old Butler Miller’s expression slightly changed, speaking softly, "The old master seems extremely disappointed in you. Judging by his tone, he intends to let Zayne master take over the Asian regional management rights."

"To make me give up control, they have to prove they have the capability." Julian Sinclair’s long, almond-shaped eyes flickered with biting cold light, his thin lips curled into a disdainful arc.

Julian Sinclair’s belongings, even if handed to Zayne Sinclair, he wouldn’t necessarily manage them securely.

"Young Master, one more thing."

"Speak."

After hesitating for a few seconds, Old Butler Miller finally spoke up, "Someone entered your study."

Without thinking, Julian Sinclair uttered a name, "Fiona Rhodes."

"Yes." Old Butler Miller nodded.

He knew early on Fiona Rhodes wasn’t a kind person, suddenly relocating from China definitely isn’t simple.

"She tampered with my medical records." Julian Sinclair’s statement carried certainty.

"Yes." Old Butler Miller’s expression turned somber, voluntarily requesting punishment, "I failed to guard your study, deserving punishment."

Raising his hand in a pause gesture, Julian Sinclair said, "This can’t be blamed on you; even if you were present, you couldn’t stop her."

"So what should we do next?" Old Butler Miller had prepared himself; there’s likely a hard battle ahead.