Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 316: Breakup

"Are you threatening me?" Julian Sinclair’s expression shifted slightly, his gaze turning cold and ruthless.

His father looked completely justified: "So what if I am."

Julian Sinclair let out a sneer: "What gives you the right to threaten me?"

"Because I am your father!"

"Sorry, I don’t have a father like you."

After speaking, Julian Sinclair hung up the phone without hesitation, utterly disregarding his father’s threats. His eyes hinted at a lethal edge, indicating that if his father dared to touch Moira Young, he’d be willing to make him pay for it.

On the other end, his father was enraged upon hearing nothing but silence from the phone: "Ungrateful child!!!"

By the time Julian Sinclair finished the call with his father, it was already rush hour, and he was stuck in traffic for nearly two hours before finally arriving at the hospital.

Upon reaching the hospital, he coincidentally ran into Aiden Webb, and their eyes met, immediately sparking tension.

Moira Young saw Julian Sinclair, and her face, which had just scrunched up from taking medicine, instantly beamed with joy: "Uncle, you’re here."

"Mm, have you eaten?" Julian Sinclair slowly sat on the sofa by Moira Young’s bedside, looking at her with concern.

"Just ate. What about you? Is everything okay at the company?" Moira Young’s lips curled upward, seemingly in good spirits.

Seeing her cheerful expression, Julian Sinclair didn’t ask more, merely nodded slightly: "You don’t need to worry about the company; your health is the greatest help you can give me."

Moira Young nodded obediently: "Don’t worry, Uncle. The doctor said I’m recovering well and might be discharged early."

"That’s good." Julian Sinclair gently patted her little head, his eyes filled with an intoxicating smile.

Meanwhile, Aiden Webb and Julian Sinclair were not at ease with each other. Shortly, Aiden Webb stood up to bid farewell to Moira Young: "Moira, rest well. I’ll come visit you another day."

Moira Young paused, subconsciously asking, "Are you leaving already, Senior?"

Then, seemed to remember something and said to Aiden Webb: "Be careful on the road, Senior."

"Mm," Aiden Webb responded expressionlessly.

After Aiden Webb left, seeing Moira Young looking somewhat out of sorts, Julian Sinclair, feeling jealous, lowered his gaze: "What? Can’t bear to see him go?"

"What do you mean can’t bear? Uncle, I’ve already explained to you before; there’s really nothing special between Senior and me. I only see him as an elder brother. And this time, he saved me; we should be grateful to him. Why are you still..."

"I just asked casually, why explain?"

Julian Sinclair interrupted Moira Young, his narrow eyes fixated on her, as if wanting to see through her, to understand what she really felt.

Moira Young, honest and open, feared him not, directly looking up to meet his gaze, her eyes firm without any intention of backing down.

"Take your medicine and have a good rest."

"What did you mean earlier?" Moira Young pursued, "Senior Aiden helped me; shouldn’t we be grateful rather than hostile?"

Previously, Julian Sinclair was jealous and displeased with Aiden Webb, but this time Aiden saved her life. Acting unreasonable again seemed unjustifiable.

Julian Sinclair didn’t explain, casually picking up some grapes Joe had washed, feeding them to Moira Young: "Eat some grapes."

"I don’t want them." Moira Young wrinkled her face, her expression solemn. "Uncle, today I just want to have a good talk with you, and moreover, ask why you harbor such hostility toward Senior Aiden."

Julian Sinclair’s expression grew colder, the faint smile originally on his lips vanished instantly. He set down the grapes, staring straight into Moira Young’s eyes: "Is this question really important?"

Moira Young nodded seriously: "Yes, this question is very important."

Julian Sinclair’s attitude towards Heath Sterling before had already felt excessive to her, and now the same towards Senior Aiden Webb, she truly couldn’t understand what wrongs they had committed.

Causing Uncle to view them so unfavorably.

Looking at Moira Young’s confused expression, Julian Sinclair felt uncomfortable. He scoffed at himself, raising a thin smile: "Do you care about him greatly?"

"Uncle, I’ve told you before, I only..."

"Since you care so much about him, let him come and stay with you." Julian Sinclair seemed somewhat impatient, abruptly cutting off Moira Young, waving as he stood up and walked out without a backward glance.

Watching his resolute departing figure, Moira Young felt a lump in her throat, wanting to say something but unable to voice anything.

The hospital room door slammed shut with a bang, and Julian Sinclair vanished from Moira Young’s sight.

Joe, who was peeling fruit, suddenly stopped, her eyes wide as saucers, stammering: "Did President Sinclair just, just leave?"

"Forget about him!" Moira Young fumed. She thought after explaining so much, Julian Sinclair would understand her feelings, but who knew he’d leave in anger?

Still recovering, her wounds almost tore open.

"Sister Moira, don’t be like that. Why do you knowingly provoke him every time? If President Sinclair dislikes you mentioning Professor Webb around him, why do you keep bringing him up?" Sometimes Joe didn’t quite understand what Moira Young really felt, why she always intentionally upset President Sinclair.

"Joe, even you’re blaming me? Don’t you understand my attitude towards Senior Aiden Webb?" Joe was the person beside her the most since she joined the crew; could even she not understand?

Joe shook her head with a bit of helplessness: "I understand. I know Sister Moira sees Professor Webb as a mentor and friend, but a man’s possessiveness is strong. Even if you and Professor Webb have no relationship, who wouldn’t feel bad seeing you so close?"

"Sister Moira, put yourself in his shoes. If President Sinclair were affectionate with another woman, even if he said there’s no other relationship, would you feel alright seeing it?"

What Joe said was quite reasonable, leaving Moira Young speechless, unsure how to argue back.

"Sister Moira, don’t take my words as criticism, but this time you’re indeed in the wrong. You can be good to Professor Webb, but in front of President Sinclair, side with him more. You must understand, no man likes hearing his woman constantly talking about another man. Given President Sinclair’s reaction today, I think he’s handling it well enough; if it were me, I’d..."

"What would you do?"

"If it were me, seeing you repeatedly argue with him over another man, I’d definitely break up."

The words "break up" hit Moira Young like a thunderbolt, making her heart tremble. Could the situation really be as severe as Joe suggested?

Seeing a hint of doubt in Moira Young’s eyes, Joe added slowly: "Don’t be skeptical, Sister Moira. President Sinclair’s patience with you is superb. If it were someone else, they’d truly break up with you."

"Alright, stop talking." Moira Young exhaled a heavy breath, her expression gloomy.

"Okay, okay, I won’t say anything anymore, don’t be mad." Joe immediately shut her mouth, afraid of upsetting Moira Young more.