Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 442: Angry

After several twists and turns, Aiden Webb led the group into a narrow alley.

"Bro, bro, what happened with Uncle? What did you two talk about?" Moira Young hurried alongside Aiden Webb, speaking anxiously while glancing back at the man following them.

"Aiden, let her go." Julian Sinclair said coldly, his demeanor intensely serious, grabbing Moira Young’s other wrist and using his other hand to hold Aiden Webb’s shoulder to prevent Moira Young from getting hurt in their dispute.

"Let go." Aiden Webb shrugged off Julian Sinclair’s restraint, turned to look at Moira Young, and said sternly, "She’s my sister, my own sister. What makes you think you can tell me to let her go, Julian Sinclair? You’re the outsider, do you understand?"

With that statement, the alley fell silent, only the honking and clamor from outside could be heard, a stark contrast to the tension within.

"My... sister!" Moira Young’s eyes widened in disbelief as she looked up at a somewhat panicked Aiden Webb, "I’m your sister?"

Aiden Webb was so flustered that he was momentarily stunned, wondering how he blurted it out, even though he had planned when to reveal it. He looked anxiously at Moira Young, "Moira, Moira."

Julian Sinclair, seeing the situation, pulled Moira Young over and hugged her tightly.

Moira Young lowered her head slightly, her hair falling loosely down, obscuring her expression, and Aiden Webb was hesitant to speak.

After a moment, a voice sounded in the alley: "Aiden Webb, are you mistaken? How could I be your sister?"

She didn’t even call him brother. Now, calling him that felt so painful to say.

Aiden Webb’s stiff body seemed to have been switched on, his expression changing from blank to extremely emotional. He took two steps forward towards Moira Young, who involuntarily stepped back. Aiden Webb smiled bitterly, took a step back, and said, "Moira, you are my sister, my own sister. It’s true. Look, here’s our DNA test, and here’s the paternity test with Mom and Dad. These are your childhood photos. Aren’t they exactly the same as the ones you have?" He explained while scrolling through his phone.

Moira Young continued to keep her head down, but her eyes involuntarily glanced over, looking at the test reports and photos on the screen, feeling her whole body trembling. She clenched her teeth to hold back tears.

She looked up at Aiden Webb and said, "Whether it’s true or not, even if it is, so what? You abandoned me back then, what do you want now?"

Aiden Webb quickly said, "No, Moira, it wasn’t like that. I’ve been looking for you all along. I want to bring you home, Moira."

"Home." Moira Young snorted coldly, "I won’t go back. You treated me like that before, and now you want me back? It’s ridiculous."

"Moira." Aiden Webb pleaded, reaching out to try to touch Moira Young’s arm, but was blocked by Julian Sinclair.

"Aiden Webb, I said I wouldn’t let you take her away."

"Julian Sinclair, our family’s matters have nothing to do with you, and Moira certainly won’t be with you." Aiden Webb shot back, still fuming, as Julian Sinclair stepped in with a face full of chill.

Hearing this, Moira Young realized the reason for the fallout between them at the tea shop. She suddenly stepped forward, looked at Aiden Webb emotionlessly, and said, "Aiden Webb, from now on, you are you, and I am me. My affairs are none of your business, and who I’m with has nothing to do with you or your family. Get that straight, my surname is Young."

"Moira." Aiden Webb felt a pain so severe that it was hard to breathe, his little sister.

"Don’t call me that." After a pause, Moira Young continued, "Aiden Webb, are you treating me so well just because you found out I’m your sister?"

Aiden Webb opened his mouth, his throat tightening. Seeing this, Moira Young said, "I understand now." Before the words even fell, she turned and ran.

Aiden Webb panicked, wanting to chase after her, but Julian Sinclair blocked him, and he could only shout, "No, Moira, it’s not like that." 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Julian Sinclair watched Moira Young’s retreating figure, leaving a final word before hurrying after her, "Come to the Sinclair house if you need anything."

Though he had no patience for Aiden Webb now, he wished more than anything for Moira Young to live happily and fearlessly.

This matter, he always knew, was a pain in Moira Young’s heart that was hard to eliminate.

Aiden Webb watched the two of them run off, slumping against the alley wall, staying there for quite some time before finally leaving.

Moira Young walked quickly, and Julian Sinclair almost lost track of her, but managed to spot her entering a quiet bar around a corner.

By then, Moira Young had already downed two bottles of beer and was reaching for another when Julian Sinclair stopped her.

"Let go." She lifted her eyes briefly and then lowered them again to stare at the beer, speaking softly.

Julian Sinclair frowned, sitting opposite her and pushing the beers to his side of the table.

"Julian Sinclair, what do you want? Can’t I even drink?"

The woman’s temper flared, shouting so the people around looked over. Not caring about anything else at the moment, Julian Sinclair’s eyes swept coldly around those watching, then he softly turned to Moira Young, "Be good, drinking is bad for you."

Moira Young’s long-repressed tears fell with a "snap," and she sobbed, "I want to drink, why can’t I?"

"Drink at home." Julian Sinclair, heartsore, moved his chair to sit beside Moira Young, pulling her into his arms.

Moira Young pounded his shoulder and muttered, "I just want to drink here, why are you also bullying me?"

The man held her tightly, one hand gently patting her shoulder and back, letting her vent.

After a while, Moira Young seemed to remember something, lifting her head with red-swollen eyes to look at the man in front of her, "Why aren’t you at all surprised? Did you know all along?"

Julian Sinclair felt a tightness in his heart, pursed his lips, and nodded obediently under her burning gaze.

Her swollen eyes opened wider, like they were smeared with bright red shadow, and Moira Young’s anger spiked, "So you all knew, just kept it from me, watching me suffer over it, never able to let go. Julian Sinclair, others are one thing, I don’t care, but why would you do this to me?"

"Girl." Julian Sinclair coaxed her gently, his voice full of pain, his hands preventing her from waving around chaotically to avoid injuring herself on the glass.

"Don’t call me that. I’m telling you, we’re done. Boo hoo..."

With old wounds and new wounds alike, Moira Young felt life was unbearable, without family, and now the boyfriend she just got back was gone too, it was like the end of the world.

Julian Sinclair wasn’t angry at all, his heart and mind fully focused on consoling the woman in his arms, leaving time for sorting out problems later.

"Julian Sinclair, go away. I don’t want to see you."

"Be good."

Moira Young only felt a surge of anger and confusion; be good, good for what? She pushed his shoulder, turned, and reached for the beer, quickly downing it before Julian Sinclair could stop her.