Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 328: Sadness

Mrs. Miller doesn’t know how to surf the internet, so she naturally isn’t aware of the uproar online, and Moira Young certainly doesn’t plan to let her find out.

She doesn’t want others to worry about this matter as well.

Her fingers unconsciously fiddled with the warm blanket, her mind a whirlpool of thoughts.

Mrs. Miller’s expression slightly tensed as she noticed her little action but didn’t point it out.

After all, she has taken care of Moira Young since childhood; she can tell when Moira’s got something on her mind. But since Moira doesn’t want to talk about it, Mrs. Miller won’t force her to.

Thinking this, Mrs. Miller asked, "Miss, would you like something else to eat?"

"Fried dough sticks and soy milk," Moira blinked, giving an answer, though her mind was elsewhere.

Her situation is quite dire now; it’s fair to say her reputation is in tatters.

She must quickly come up with another plan and resolve this; otherwise, letting it develop will only make things worse for her.

Moira shifted from sitting to lying down, her small face scrunched up.

Mrs. Miller left with a serious expression. Once in the kitchen, she pulled out a brand new phone for the elderly and dialed Julian Sinclair’s number: "Young master, Miss seems to have encountered some issues these past two days. She’s hardly eating, can’t sleep well, and seems completely listless." A lavish breakfast was laid out, yet Moira sat dejectedly on the sofa, listlessly stirring her soy milk, untouched plump white steamed buns beside her.

Seeing this, Mrs. Miller grew even more concerned and asked, "Miss, is it not to your taste? Should I make something else?"

Moira shook her head, weakly picking up a steamed bun for a bite, but the wonderful taste of its soup and filling couldn’t arouse her appetite.

In just a few short minutes, the clamor online intensified, with agitated fans even threatening to confront her.

Moira couldn’t resist taking a glance earlier and was frightened into shutting off her device.

Her entire life, Moira has never faced such a scene; the pressure of public opinion can be an invisible killer.

She truly doesn’t understand why these netizens can be so vicious when it comes to matters unrelated to them.

Moira was both confused and aggrieved, her heart filled with fear, her lips pressed together, her steamed bun growing cold in her hand.

Compared to those people, Julian Sinclair’s scolding tone was nothing at all.

She missed him a little.

Whether the company is truly busy or he’s angry with her, Julian Sinclair has been gone two days now and hasn’t sent her a single message.

Moira poked at the bun, feeling empty inside.

Beside her, Mrs. Miller placed a hand on her forehead, murmuring, "Miss, are you feeling ill?"

"I’m fine." Moira said as she attempted to stuff the cold bun into her mouth, Mrs. Miller was just about to stop her when a slender, distinct hand reached out effortlessly taking the bun away.

Moira paused, staring blankly upward, her heartache suddenly found an outlet; her clear eyes misted over, her nose tinged with emotion, she cried out with a sob, "Uncle."

Julian Sinclair placed the bun back on the plate with a softened expression between his brows, "What’s wrong?"

Seeing him dust-laden, not even having time to change out of his suit, Moira suddenly didn’t know where to start.

She hesitated for a moment, squeezing out a sentence: "I... I caused trouble."

Mrs. Miller had already retreated when Julian Sinclair arrived, giving them space.

The young master handling the miss’s matters seems more appropriate; her presence might stifle Moira.

Noticing this, Julian Sinclair drew Moira into his embrace, softening his voice, "How did you cause trouble?"

"I was set up by Annie." Moira fumbled, taking Julian Sinclair’s phone and opening the latest news headlines, the issue was virtually being discussed everywhere online. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Julian Sinclair had been busy negotiating with his father these days, hadn’t paid attention to any external turmoil, and naturally didn’t know.

After he read the insulting comments, his entire demeanor emitted the chilling aura of an abyss demon, as if his sinister handsome face were ready to devour.

Moira cautiously tugged at his sleeve, worried, lowering her little head, "Sorry Uncle, I didn’t listen to you; if... if I hadn’t gone out..."

She should have listened to Mrs. Miller then; the current situation wouldn’t have happened.

Moira felt a bit regretful, but Julian Sinclair had turned her face back to him, saying in a deep voice, "Silly girl, blaming yourself is of no use. Since she wanted to harm you, it wouldn’t be her only plan. Just eat properly; I’ll handle this."

The more Moira listened, the worse she felt, she’d previously quarrelled with Uncle over a harsh word without considering the pressure he was under.

Her fair little hand wiped her eyes as Julian Sinclair stood by the window with his phone, his posture upright.

After finishing his call, Moira stood obediently in place without moving, her clear eyes blinking.

Seeing Julian Sinclair walk over, she feel shy, pursed her lips, softly cooing, "Uncle, I’m tired..."

With just a few words, Julian Sinclair could discern her intent; they usually slept together, but this time, due to company matters, he hadn’t returned; she bore tremendous pressure alone, her spirit likely at a breaking point.

Julian Sinclair shed his suit jacket and took Moira to the bedroom; under his gentle coaxing, Moira curled up in an insecure posture within his arms, anxiously asking, "Uncle, no matter what happens, will you always be by my side?"

"I will." Julian Sinclair’s warm palm lay on her eyelids; drowsiness gradually overcame her, Moira drifted into a sweet slumber.

Just then, Julian’s phone vibrated suddenly in his pocket; Housekeeper Liu texted a brief message: Young master, it’s settled.

Under Julian Sinclair’s decisive means, after a few hours, the vile insults online reduced by more than half, even if there were astroturfers maliciously flooding comments, they wouldn’t last more than five minutes.

The narrative gradually returned to the right track, but this situation only lasted two days; on the third day, the headlines alleging Moira’s purchase of astroturfers to whitewash herself resurged as a hot topic.

Major news organizations, afraid of missing the topic, crowded AE’s entrance, along with agitated fans ready to cause trouble.

AE’s entrance was nearly blocked, even with security maintaining order, it was to little avail.

Joe returned to the company to discuss strategies, seeing this scene, worriedly furrowing his brow, clutching tighter the documents he held.

Before she could exit through the back door, she saw a delicate figure appear before the crowded faces.

Annie somehow emerged, standing before the media gently advising, "Please calm down, kindly refrain from blocking the company’s entrance; this matter is merely a misunderstanding. If you block here and disrupt the usual order, it won’t benefit anyone."