Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 340: Bewilderment

However, Aiden Webb kept asking her about her biological parents, which made her feel a little strange, so Moira Young asked curiously: "Senior Aiden, why do you keep asking about this? To be honest, I still have the same attitude as before."

Upon hearing what Moira Young said, Aiden Webb realized he was being too hasty, so he tried to smooth things over by saying, "I’m just a bit curious, so I asked more. Don’t take it to heart."

Moira Young was still a bit skeptical. Aiden Webb wasn’t the type who liked gossip, but since Aiden didn’t intend to say more, she couldn’t keep asking. However, Moira couldn’t help feeling a bit uncomfortable since it was her personal matter.

Seeing Moira Young’s expression, Aiden Webb cursed himself silently, then smiled warmly and said to Moira Young, "Alright, I have something to do later, so I’ll head off first."

After saying goodbye to Moira Young, Aiden Webb had just gotten into his car when he received a call from the hospital, notifying him to pick up the results of the paternity test. He was caught off guard and suddenly felt a little panicked, but he still drove to the hospital as quickly as possible. No matter the result, he had to get it.

At the hospital, the doctor saw Aiden Webb come in, handed him an envelope, and said, "See the result for yourself."

Holding the envelope, Aiden Webb felt his heart was about to jump out. His hands, accustomed to holding trophies, trembled slightly as he held the envelope. What should he do if Moira Young wasn’t his biological sister? At that moment, many strange thoughts filled his mind. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Fortunately, the result was good. The DNA similarity between Moira Young and Aiden Webb’s father was 99.9%, indeed proving a direct blood relationship. Aiden Webb felt overwhelmed with joy; Moira Young truly was his long-lost sister! No matter what, he had to have Moira acknowledge her heritage!

Aiden Webb was now immersed in joy, yet Moira Young felt somewhat conflicted inside.

After seeing Aiden Webb off, Moira Young sat alone in the park outside the Sinclair residence for a long time. She didn’t know how to handle these things; she felt inexplicably irritable. Recently, there had been so many things that her head was about to explode, but there was no one to give her advice, and the person she most wanted to be with wasn’t around.

Thinking of this, she took her phone out of her bag, intending to call the person she was most familiar with, but then she wondered if he might be busy working, or perhaps in a meeting. Would she be disturbing him? To avoid disrupting the owner of that phone number, she just sent a message instead.

"Uncle, are you coming back soon? I feel so bad lately, I want to talk to you. Call me back when you see the message and have time."

After sending the message, she held her phone, sitting outside and waiting for a call, her gaze looking into the distance, but it was as if she wasn’t seeing anything, her mind completely blank.

Moira Young sat outside like this all afternoon without receiving a call or a message in return. By the time she realized it, it was already dark, and she knew she should head home. Feeling utterly disappointed, she stored away her phone and bag, slowly heading towards the Sinclair residence.

Walking along the road, Moira Young watched the endless flow of pedestrians and traffic, suddenly feeling incredibly lonely. She opened her phone to see if her Uncle had replied with a message or call that she hadn’t noticed.

Unfortunately, there was nothing. The growing sensation of loss welled up inside her. Then she thought, normally, Uncle would reply to her messages instantly, whether at work or during his free time—everyone in the company knew it because they all knew Uncle had a little girl who was very cherished.

Thinking like this, Moira Young grew increasingly worried that something might have happened to her Uncle, preventing him from replying to her message, which didn’t make sense otherwise.

Unless he was truly busy, there was no reason for her Uncle not to reply. But with Julian Sinclair’s intelligence, what could possibly be troubling for him?

The more she thought about it, the worse she felt, and then she began praying that nothing had happened to her Uncle. As long as he was safe, it didn’t matter if he replied or not.

After returning home, Moira Young thought of someone who might help her find news about her Uncle, so she took out her phone and called him.

"Adrian Grant? I want to ask you for a favor, to help me check on what Uncle has been doing recently. Has something happened? He’s not answering calls or messages, and I’m very worried." After making the call, Moira Young’s heart raced. She didn’t know what outcome she would face next, but she knew she would have to face it sooner or later.

Adrian Grant seemed quite busy and advised Moira Young to calm down, suggesting they meet up to discuss it the next day.

Moira Young had no other choice but to nod obediently.

Early the next morning, Adrian Grant arrived at the Sinclair residence. Having spent the night without sleep, Moira Young was in poor spirits, her pale little face showing not a hint of color.

She bit her red lip, her eyes bloodshot, her mouth moving slightly: "Adrian, I’m so worried."

"Silly girl, don’t worry too much. I’ve already checked the things you asked about yesterday. There’s indeed no special schedule or incident involving Julian recently. If there was, with my resources, I’d definitely find out, so you can trust me on this. If you don’t believe me, here’s Julian’s schedule for the past few days—it’s full, with no spare time. Perhaps Julian is trying to finish early to come home and see you."

Adrian Grant knew Moira Young was worried about Julian Sinclair and could only reassure her emotions carefully, otherwise...

"I hope so. No matter how busy he normally is, he’d reply to my messages. But yesterday, I sent him a message, called him, and haven’t received a single reply." Moira Young said feebly.

At this moment, a familiar notification sound suddenly came, and she knew exactly what it was—it was the special alert she had set for him.

Upon hearing the notification, she frantically fumbled out her phone and swiped the screen open. However, in the next second, she screamed and tossed the phone away in an arc.

Adrian Grant, puzzled, furrowed his brows slightly. In the next moment, he saw Moira Young, with a small pale face, muttering to herself: "Impossible, it can’t be. Uncle promised me he wouldn’t get involved with her again. This isn’t real, this isn’t real."

Adrian Grant was utterly confused, stepped forward, bent down, and picked up the phone. The screen hadn’t even gone dark yet, and a picture sent in a text message filled the entire screen. He recognized the main figures in the picture—it was Fiona Rhodes and Julian Sinclair, in some undisclosed location, in a hotel, engaged in indescribable intimacy.

After seeing it, Adrian Grant immediately closed the picture page, put the phone down, walked over to Moira Young, and gently patted her back, speaking softly to comfort her: "Seeing is believing. Trust in Julian’s character, don’t be misled by the picture."