Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 325: Interactions

After speaking, Moira Young scratched her head softly and said, "Mrs. Miller, I’m hungry."

Mrs. Miller went straight to the kitchen without a word, while Moira Young stared at the ceiling, pondering life for a moment, and still felt that listening to Julian Sinclair was the better option. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Her uncle had more to deal with now than she did, and she couldn’t add to his burden.

There would always be other ways to get the diploma.

After figuring it out, the gloom on Moira Young’s face vanished completely, and she felt revived.

Sitting cross-legged on the sofa, just as she was about to watch a movie to relax, the phone on the sofa started ringing persistently.

Moira Young squinted her clear eyes and picked up the phone, her tone cheerful: "Senior, what’s up?"

"Can’t I call you without a reason?" Aiden Webb paused and asked back.

Moira Young quickly shook her head like a rattle, embarrassed, sticking out her tongue: "Of course not, I was just asking casually."

Aiden Webb’s expression softened: "How’s your recovery been lately?"

"Pretty good." Moira Young glanced at the slightly faded pale pink scar, "I guess the scar will completely disappear soon, and you don’t have to worry too much, senior."

Just then, Mrs. Miller brought over a plate of fruit, and Moira Young happily stuffed a piece into her mouth, speaking a bit unclearly, "How have you been recently, senior?"

Aiden Webb gave her a comfortable feeling, and Moira Young couldn’t help but relax in front of him, so she spoke without any reservations.

Aiden Webb seemed to imagine her eating, the corners of his mouth slightly lifted, and the spinning pen in his hand suddenly fell to the ground.

Moira Young, puzzled, shoved another piece of sweet watermelon into her mouth, her slender eyebrows slightly knitted: "Senior, what’s wrong?"

"Nothing." Aiden Webb changed his sitting posture, tapping on the table with his finger, and asked seemingly unintentionally, "Moira, what do you think of your biological parents?"

"Hmm?" Moira Young swallowed the watermelon in confusion, then said self-deprecatingly, "What can I think? I was abandoned at a young age; I don’t even remember what they look like."

Somewhat dismissively, Aiden Webb’s throat tightened but he continued, "If you found your biological parents, would you choose to return to them, to recognize your ancestry?"

As he said this, his voice was almost inaudible.

Moira Young’s carefree expression suddenly shifted, and she placed the fork back on the fruit plate. After a pause, she replied, "Not that it matters if I can find them, even if I did, what difference would it make? If they could abandon me so heartlessly back then, why would they let me come back now?"

Her tone carried evident resistance, and Aiden Webb’s mouth grew dry, his heart aching slightly: "But what if there was a misunderstanding, or they never intended to abandon you?"

"But they didn’t protect me either." Moira Young laughed coldly twice, her tone indifferent, "And they haven’t sought me out all these years, even if my abandonment was an accident, that speaks volumes about my importance to them. If I’m that dispensable, why should I bother them? Senior, why are you suddenly asking about this?"

Moira Young felt a little strange, and without realizing it, her hand once again picked up a fork, choosing a piece of mango.

Aiden Webb coughed lightly to cover up, his tone returning to its previous indifference: "Just idle talk, nothing serious."

He had just finished speaking when faint voices could be heard on the other end, and Aiden Webb adjusted his slightly bitter expression and sighed, "Sorry, I have something to attend to here; let’s chat another time."

"Alright, goodbye, senior." Moira Young pressed the hang-up button with a click.

Just then, Mrs. Miller placed steaming chicken soup on the dining table and said somewhat helplessly, "Miss, your body hasn’t fully recovered yet; you should eat fewer chilled fruits, they’re not good for your stomach."

Moira Young blinked her eyes appealingly, tugging Mrs. Miller’s sleeve and whining, "Mrs. Miller, I just wanted to eat some."

Mrs. Miller turned her head, helpless in the face of Moira Young’s cute and sweet appeal, but for her health, she gathered the fruit plate, "Miss, be a good girl."

"Okay." Moira Young pouted and nodded obediently, wrapping herself in a thin blanket like a little cocoon, with only her head exposed.

Moira Young was particularly obedient after that, and at the moment she heard the door open, she sprang from the sofa and rushed into the man’s arms in a few quick steps.

Julian Sinclair steadied her by the shoulders, and Moira Young snuggled up, drawing out her words: "Uncle, you’re back?"

"Yes." Julian Sinclair’s handsome face showed a slight smile, "Were you good at home?"

Moira Young unhappily removed his hand from her head, protesting, "Uncle, I’m not a child anymore."

Julian Sinclair smirked slightly, deliberately asking, "Really?"

It was hard to say if it was because he hadn’t spent much time with her lately, or because she was still convalescing, but his little Moira seemed to have reverted to her childhood tendency to be spoiled.

Looking at the girl who already reached his chin, Julian Sinclair’s eyes narrowed slightly, feeling a pride in having a daughter growing up at home.

Moira Young guiltily glanced at the spot where the fruit plate had been earlier, not quite convincingly asserting, "Yes."

After speaking, she tilted her head to rest on Julian Sinclair’s shoulder, changing the subject, "Uncle, today Aiden Webb senior called me?"

"Aiden Webb?" Julian Sinclair’s eyes narrowed dangerously, his expression darkening.

Aiden Webb’s special status meant his contact with Moira Young at this time could only be related to that matter, and Julian Sinclair couldn’t think of anything else.

Not expecting him to still be maneuvering behind the scenes, Julian Sinclair’s arm tensed momentarily.

Moira Young didn’t notice his change and spoke somewhat desolately, "He asked if I wanted to find my biological parents..."

She recounted the situation in general and added at the end, "Uncle, do you think my biological parents accidentally lost me? Maybe it wasn’t intentional on their part."

In her heart, she still hoped for this possibility, but since the matter was in the past, there was no point in dwelling on it.

Having casually mentioned it, Moira Young put it aside and was about to switch to another topic when Julian Sinclair suddenly stiffened, gently pushing her out of his embrace, a flash of coldness in his eyes: "Do you want to return to your biological parents?"

Moira Young sulked with pursed lips, "Uncle, what nonsense are you talking about? Why would I return to them?"

She had so many friends now, a wonderful uncle, and Mrs. Miller; her life was happy.

Even if they weren’t intentional, she would never go back to them.

Julian Sinclair remained silent for a few seconds, then said deeply, "Good, in the future, don’t be too involved with Aiden Webb; he’s not a good person."

"Why? Senior is a good person, uncle, I’ve explained it to you many times before, I have no romantic feelings for him, why are you so against us being in contact?" Moira Young was puzzled.