Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 314: Don’t Be Afraid

Compared to Mrs. Miller’s steadiness, Julian Sinclair appeared much more relaxed. He spoke calmly, "I have plans for this. You just need to follow my instructions."

Though Mrs. Miller didn’t understand his intent, she didn’t ask further.

She always followed Julian Sinclair’s lead, and his words were like an order to her; she would never retort.

After Julian Sinclair returned to the company, it was as if the Sinclair Group’s staff had found their backbone. The previously dispirited group suddenly became energized, eager to show their best side to Julian Sinclair.

Julian Sinclair spent the entire morning in the conference room, listening to various departments reporting their respective situations.

He had managed the company well, and even though he hadn’t been overseeing things for more than half a month, the company continued to operate smoothly. Apart from the sharp decline in stocks, there were no other serious issues.

He was so busy that he didn’t leave the company all day.

At the hospital.

Moira Young was eating dinner, but without Julian Sinclair’s company, she had lost her appetite. After just a few bites, she couldn’t eat anymore.

Seeing this, Mrs. Miller helplessly advised, "Miss, please eat a bit more."

"I can’t eat any more." Moira Young opened her small hands like a bun, looking at Mrs. Miller with innocent eyes.

"Then have some soup." Mrs. Miller said, bringing soup to Moira Young’s lips.

Unable to decline such hospitality, Moira Young obediently finished a bowl of soup before Mrs. Miller let her be.

Mimi, visiting her, found her distracted demeanor amusing and teased, "Moira, could this be lovesickness? The president just left for one day and you can’t eat? What will you do if you don’t see him for a week or two?"

"Is my independence really that poor?" Moira Young’s mouth twitched. She was genuinely tired of these bland foods, which was why she felt no appetite.

Usually, she had meals with Julian Sinclair, occasionally grabbing food from his bowl, which helped her eat more.

Now that Julian Sinclair had been discharged, eating alone felt uninteresting.

"I don’t know if you’re independent or not, but I know you can’t naturally be without company," Mimi said, touching her chin as she expressed her opinion.

Moira Young couldn’t refute her words, as she felt Mimi had a point.

While they were chatting happily, there was a rush of knocks at the door. When the door opened, it revealed Joe’s anxious face.

"Sister Moira!!" Joe cried and rushed toward Moira Young like attending a funeral, which startled Moira Young.

"What’s wrong?" Seeing Joe about to embrace her, Moira Young gave Mimi a look.

Mimi understood and immediately blocked Joe from further action.

Joe looked at Moira Young, wrapped like a dumpling in bed, with tears glimmering in her eyes, "Sister Moira, it’s all my fault. If I hadn’t returned home to care for grandma, you wouldn’t have had the car accident. It’s all my fault."

"What nonsense are you saying? How can this be your fault?" Moira Young almost laughed, "Stop crying, I’m perfectly fine, aren’t I?"

"What fine? You’re wrapped like a mummy. What’s fine?" Joe sniffed, tears flowing uncontrollably, feeling increasingly sad for Moira Young’s plight.

In just twenty days, how could such a situation occur upon her return?

Moira Young said helplessly, "It’s just superficial wounds, not serious. Don’t be sad."

But Joe was emotional, and once the tears flowed, they couldn’t be stopped. No matter how Moira Young comforted her, she couldn’t help but wipe her eyes upon seeing Moira Young’s pitiful appearance.

After crying for a long time, she finally calmed down with Mrs. Miller and Mimi’s efforts.

Moira Young finally asked, "Since you went back, has your grandma’s condition improved?"

At the mention of grandma, Joe’s face brightened, nodding furiously like a chick pecking rice, "Yes, thanks to the money you lent me, grandma’s illness is under control now. The doctor said if the treatment continues, there’s hope for improvement."

"That’s good." Moira Young smiled gently, sympathy in her eyes, "Don’t worry about the money. If you need more, just let me know."

"Sister Moira, you’re so kind." Joe’s eyes grew red again as she spoke.

From childhood to now, other than her family, only Moira Young had been kind to her. But now Moira Young was lying in bed due to a car accident.

Thinking of this, Joe fell into deep self-reproach again.

Just as she was about to say something, Moira Young lifted her small hand in a pause gesture, "I said, it’s not your fault. If you keep this up, I’ll get mad."

Joe immediately wiped her tears, choking, "I won’t say anymore, Sister Moira, don’t be mad."

"That’s better." Moira Young sighed with relief. If Joe kept crying, her head would explode.

Since Joe returned, she practically remained by Moira Young’s side, taking care of her in every aspect of life, so much so that she even helped Moira Young to the restroom.

Moira Young had to admit, Joe was indeed very good at taking care of people. Over the days, she found herself becoming reliant on Joe.

"Sister Moira, drink some water."

Seeing Moira Young’s lips dry, Joe timely offered her warm water.

"Sister Moira, have some porridge."

"Sister Moira, eat a banana."

"Sister Moira..."

Her meticulous care made Moira Young content, though she also felt increasingly like a useless person.

Finally unable to hold back, as Joe offered her water again, Moira Young curiously asked, "Joe, won’t you get tired of revolving around me every day?"

Joe’s expression changed dramatically, hurriedly waving her hand to explain, "How could I? It’s my honor to care for Sister Moira. How could I find it annoying?"

"Don’t be nervous, I didn’t mean anything by it." Seeing her startled look, Moira Young laughed lightly, "I just think your life should be more colorful. Staying with a patient like me every day might be boring."

"I don’t have relatives or friends in this city. I have nowhere to go even if I’m not staying with you," Joe pursed her lips, a hint of sadness in her eyes.

Having struggled in the city for some time, everything around her was just work. Internal employees constantly schemed against each other, and artists maintained only superficial peace with each other.

In this industry, where could one find genuine friends?

Having spent so long in the city, aside from the occasional words exchanged with Moira Young, she couldn’t find anyone else to talk to.

Joe’s words left Moira Young speechless. She suddenly recalled her own lonely childhood self. If not for Uncle taking her in, she might not have survived till now.

Moira Young completely empathized with Joe’s feelings.

She smiled lightly, her eyes softly landing on Joe’s melancholy face, her voice like a magical spring breeze, "Don’t be afraid; you have me."