Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 334: Heartache

The handsome face was not spared either, with several areas scraped raw.

Bit by bit, he was forced to retreat, as the thug sneered, "Dodge! Why aren’t you dodging? Weren’t you so mighty just now?"

Not only had he kicked Drake unconscious, but he’d also floored so many brothers that they couldn’t get up.

This thug more or less understood the details of this mission and immediately decided to act directly to avoid complications.

With a vicious frown, he casually picked up a sharp-edged steel pipe from the ground, tossing it in his hand.

Seeing this, Moira Young quickly shoved the steel pipe she was holding into Julian Sinclair’s hand. She then, trembling, picked up another one herself, mustering the courage to stand alongside Julian, softly saying, "Uncle, I’m with you."

In her clear eyes, there was only his reflection.

Julian Sinclair acknowledged with a nod, unobtrusively positioning her behind him.

"Tsk, tsk, still have the mind to flirt when you’re at death’s door. Rich people really are different," the thug mocked with a grin, just as he prepared to rush forward to end it all, the tightly shut door was suddenly kicked open with a loud bang.

A dozen armed police officers barged in with guns raised, shouting through a loudspeaker.

"You are surrounded, put down your weapons immediately or we’ll use force to subdue you."

The sound from outside sent the people inside into a panic. They originally intended to seize Moira Young and Julian Sinclair as hostages, but several of them were no match for Julian Sinclair when he was unrestrained.

Ultimately, they could only let the armed police squad storm in and capture them all.

Faced with this well-trained force, the thugs ran like mice seeing a cat, scattering everywhere, and were soon all apprehended by the police.

The police chief, who had come in person, quickly approached Julian Sinclair, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead and respectfully asked, "President Sinclair, are you alright?"

Julian Sinclair was extremely important to their city and nothing should happen to him.

But they had still arrived a little too late.

Seeing the wounds on Julian’s body, he carefully suggested, "President Sinclair, shall I take you to the hospital first?"

"Alright." Julian Sinclair coldly put down the steel pipe he was holding and took Moira Young’s dirty little hand, "Have someone drive my car back."

"Yes, President Sinclair." The police station agreed without hesitation, issued the order, and then took the two of them to the hospital as fast as they could.

It was close to evening at this time, the peak hours for the hospital, but fortunately, Julian Sinclair had privileges, leading directly to the VIP area on the top floor.

After the examination, a gentle nurse carefully applied a layer of gauze on Moira Young’s neck, saying, "All done, just some superficial wounds, nothing serious, take care for a few days and you’ll be fine."

Moira Young obediently stayed still and softly asked, "Excuse me, how is my Uncle? Are his injuries severe?"

To save time, the two were examined separately, even the bandaging was in different places.

However, since the nurse had just arrived, she was likely aware.

With a try-it-and-see mindset, she asked, and sure enough, the nurse smiled and said, "Are you asking about President Sinclair? He’s fine, also just superficial wounds, and he’s having them treated now."

The nurse swiftly packed up the bandaging tools and reminded, "Remember to change the dressing in the coming days and keep it dry, or it might scar."

"Thank you, nurse sister." Hearing the definitive answer, Moira Young let out a sigh of relief, relaxing her tense heart completely.

Now she became aware of the pain from her wounds; after applying the medicine, the sensation intensified, a fiery pain.

Uncle’s must be even more painful.

She bit her lower lip, put on slippers, and prepared to find him.

Hospital room.

Julian Sinclair was half-lying on the bed, with many bandages on his body, especially the band-aid on his face, which made him look rather comical.

Upon arriving to this scene, Adrian Grant, who rushed over after getting the news, burst into an ungracious laugh, pointing at Julian Sinclair and shakily saying, "Julian, you look absolutely dreadful right now."

He had already learned the general situation on the way here, so he wasn’t too worried.

After laughing, he amicably sat on Julian Sinclair’s hospital bed, straightened his expression, and boasted, "Julian, all the people who kidnapped Moira have been caught, not one missing, and the money’s been transferred to your account. Plus, I’ve stumbled upon some unexpected news."

"What news?" Julian Sinclair tugged at his lips, a bit disdainfully glancing away to avoid looking.

Adrian Grant didn’t notice, and somewhat hesitantly said, "This incident seems somehow related to your father."

Father Sinclair?

Julian Sinclair’s gaze suddenly turned cold and sharp; after a few seconds, he said, "I owe you a favor, I’ll treat you to dinner once I’m discharged."

Adrian Grant was visibly pleased, secretly rubbing his hands, "Then don’t blame a brother for not holding back later, and don’t feel sorry for your wallet."

As soon as he finished speaking, a small head peeked slantwise from the hospital room door, softly asking, "Uncle, what were you talking about?"

"Nothing, Moira, come over here." Julian Sinclair gave Adrian Grant a warning look.

The latter, his will to live at its peak, scratched his nose, quickly found an excuse to slip away, "Moira, you’re here. I just remembered there’s something I need to handle, so I won’t disturb you two."

He threw a suggestive wink and left briskly.

Moira Young finally stepped forward with some hesitation, saying, "Uncle, are you in pain?"

Julian Sinclair shook his head, his gaze fell on the gauze around her neck, eyes deepening, "What about you?"

"I’m fine." Moira Young quickly shook her head, her fingers uneasily intertwining, feeling deeply guilty.

During this time, Julian Sinclair hadn’t had a good rest; first, she was framed by Annie, which was barely resolved, then before he could take a break, the kidnapping happened.

One thing after another, leaving no time to catch a breath.

Because of her, Uncle got seriously injured, beaten by so many people, even just watching made it hurt.

Thinking about it, Moira Young couldn’t help but sigh again, sincerely apologizing, "Uncle, I’m sorry, I dragged you into this."

Hanging her head in dismay, as if wishing she could take his place.

Julian Sinclair’s heart tightened, an overwhelming feeling of tenderness spreading, he softened his voice, "It’s not your fault, this matter was a mishap left over because of my prior mismanagement, nothing to do with you. If anything, I’m the one who dragged you into this."

His tone was firm, and Moira Young’s eyes slowly brightened, then she quietly said, "But if it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t be threatened."

No matter how you look at it, she was at fault.

Carrying this guilt, Moira Young personally took care of everything during Julian Sinclair’s hospital stay, exceedingly meticulous.

Julian Sinclair did not stop her, as this somewhat helped Moira Young feel a bit better.

In the blink of an eye, days passed quickly, and the time for discharge arrived. Julian’s wounds were mostly healed, only some slight bruising remained, which didn’t matter.