Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 447: Confession

Mrs. Winslow took a sip of black coffee, her brow furrowing slightly at the bitterness. Seeing this, Moira Young spoke up, "Auntie, would you like to order something else?" Mrs. Winslow shook her head gently and said, "It’s okay."

"I came to see you because I heard some news that made me anxious. I couldn’t sit still at home, so I wanted to see what kind of girl you are."

"What news?"

Mrs. Winslow replied, "The rumor about you and Zachary."

"Zachary?" Moira Young thought for a while. Did she know this person?

Seeing her confusion, Mrs. Winslow kindly explained, "Zachary is Aiden Webb."

Moira Young was momentarily stunned; it turned out to be Aiden.

Her hand holding the small spoon paused slightly, then she calmly said, "Why do you want to know about me and him?"

Mrs. Winslow smiled a bit, feeling a little embarrassed, "I am Aiden’s mother."

"Clatter." The spoon suddenly fell from Moira Young’s hand onto the empty cake plate, "Mother?" Moira Young murmured.

Mrs. Winslow nodded, "Yes, the name he’s using now is a stage name; his real last name is Winslow."

Moira Young’s lips pressed tightly, the ease in her eyes disappeared, replaced by a coldness.

The woman opposite didn’t notice and continued, "Moira, can I call you that?" She chuckled, then said, "Do you like my Aiden? Well, if you do, I won’t stop you now. Before, I didn’t know you, so there were many misunderstandings. Now that I know you’re a good girl, I won’t stand in your way anymore." 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Seeing Moira Young’s face grow cold, Mrs. Winslow thought she might have said something wrong and hurriedly added, "If you’re worried about family status, you don’t need to worry about that. Even though you..., but you have a good nature. As long as you get along well with Aiden, it won’t be a problem with his father and me."

Moira Young snorted coldly, "Mrs. Winslow, you really are generous."

"Are you angry? Did I make you angry by suddenly coming to you and saying all this?" Mrs. Winslow was somewhat hesitant, feeling anxious inside. What if she scared away such a good girl from her son?

Looking at the woman in front of her, Moira Young felt an anger burning in her heart, which was only made more bitter.

Her biological mother was sitting in front of her, not recognizing her at all, and even dreaming of making her their daughter-in-law.

This was simply a colossal joke!

Moira Young suddenly stood up, looking down at Mrs. Winslow from above, "Rest assured, I will never like Aiden in this lifetime, and I will never cross the threshold of your Winslow family. Your Winslow family, with its high status, is not something a small Moira Young can match. Mrs. Winslow, please don’t come looking for me again in the future." With that, she turned and left.

Mrs. Winslow was about to chase after her, but because of her injured foot, she could only watch helplessly as Moira Young paid the bill and left without looking back.

She sat back in her chair in some dejection, and after a while, she called the family driver to come and pick her up.

Meanwhile, Moira Young dashed out of the cafeteria and ran a few laps around the playground, only calming down after four or five laps.

Sitting on the ground, she looked up at the winter sunlight. Though it held no warmth, its brightness stung so much it made her want to cry.

Returning to The Winslow Residence, Mrs. Winslow still couldn’t understand why Moira Young’s mood had changed so drastically at the time. She picked up the landline and called Aiden Webb.

It was noon, and Aiden Webb was in his dressing room, having lunch and resting.

"Mom, what’s up?"

Mrs. Winslow got straight to the point, "Aiden, did you have a fight with Moira?"

Aiden Webb’s brow moved slightly, Moira? Why was the name suddenly so intimate? Just as he was about to say something, he saw another phone ringing — Moira Young’s unique ringtone.

He opened the phone and saw a message on WeChat: Please tell your family to stop bothering me.

Aiden Webb’s expression changed. He ignored the ongoing call with Mrs. Winslow and tried to video call Moira Young, only to see a small red circle appear on the screen with a message below: "The other person is not your friend yet, please add them as a friend."

Aiden’s face darkened immediately, linking his mother’s previous question and that intimate address. Coldly, he picked up the phone Mrs. Winslow was shouting into and said, "Mom, did you go see Moira?"

His tone was somewhat cold, and Mrs. Winslow hesitated, quickly recounting everything about her visit to Moira Young that day and what followed.

"Mom, I told you not to interfere with my matters with her. Why didn’t you listen?" Aiden Webb said angrily, standing up. "Now she’s warned me off; how am I supposed to go see her anymore?"

"Son, it’s my fault, don’t worry. If you really like her, your mom definitely won’t stop you. I’ll go find her again and talk to her. It’s all my fault..."

"Mom, do you even hear what you’re saying? How could you think like that?"

This remark irritated Mrs. Winslow as well, what did he mean with ’how could you think?’ "Aiden, I’m telling you, I’ve already dropped the concern about her status, yet she left me on my own and left without even basic courtesy, and you’re yelling at me? I’ve already conceded, what else do you want your mother to do? But those are just minor issues. Once she’s part of the family, I’ll teach her."

"Mom, that’s enough. Moira and I have nothing romantic between us, do you understand?" Aiden was so angry even his politeness slipped away.

"Nothing, how could it be nothing? With you acting like this, how could there be nothing? Look at yourself, why are you making us so worried..."

Noticing his mother starting to nag, Aiden, annoyed, shouted, "Moira is my sister, your biological daughter." After suppressing his anger, Aiden coldly said, "I have to start filming now."

The phone line starting beeping, and Mrs. Winslow, shocked, had her mouth agape. Failing to catch her breath, she fainted directly.

A maid came in from another room, saw Mrs. Winslow had fainted, and immediately shouted hurriedly. The room became bustling with chaos, and upstairs in the study, Titus Winslow, upon hearing the commotion, quickly rushed down.

"Madam, madam, what happened here?" One hand holding Mrs. Winslow’s shoulder, he yelled seriously at those around him.

The maid hurriedly said, "Sir, when I came in, I saw the madam fainted, but previously, the madam was on the phone with the young master."

"Get that unfilial son back here right now and call the family doctor!"

With one commanding order, the servants orderly went about their tasks.

Titus Winslow and Mrs. Miller carefully placed Mrs. Winslow on the sofa, and soon, the family doctor arrived.

Aiden immediately drove back home after receiving the news, taking leave from the director.

As soon as he entered the door, he received a scolding from his father.

"So, you think you’re capable now, daring to yell and shout at your mother? Look at what you’ve done to your mother!"

Aiden’s brow furrowed with hidden worry in his eyes. He walked straight to Mrs. Winslow, kneeled on one knee, gently brushed his mother’s hair from her forehead, and turned to the family doctor beside him, "How is my mother?"