Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 341: Sadness

"No, I have to ask him clearly." After saying this, Moira Young took her phone to call Julian Sinclair. She called several times in a row, but it kept showing that no one was picking up. Eventually, the call was declined, and then it showed that the phone was turned off. Moira Young stared blankly at the phone that was directly hung up on.

She didn’t know how long it had been; she hugged her legs tightly, sitting on the cold floor, tears suddenly slipping from her eyes, her whole being seemed like she had lost her soul.

"Moira, don’t overthink it. I believe in Julian’s character. He wouldn’t do such a thing. This picture must be a composite." Adrian Grant tried to persuade Moira Young, urging her to trust Julian Sinclair.

"How am I supposed to believe him? He’s done this kind of thing; how can I trust him? He told me he was going back to Vesperia for something. What kind of business can end up on another woman’s bed? He didn’t even have time to return a message or a call." Moira Young was completely breaking down. She didn’t know what to do anymore. She had given all her trust to Julian Sinclair, and this is how he repaid her?

"Moira, what kind of person is your Uncle? I think you know better than me. If he really liked Fiona Rhodes, he wouldn’t have broken off the engagement with her for you back then. Be clear-minded; things are definitely not as simple as you think. We shouldn’t be deceived."

Adrian Grant sighed heavily. Why does this child always like to dig into a dead-end?

"No, I need to go to Vesperia to find him. Adrian, you take me to him, please. I also know he couldn’t have done such a thing. I want to ask him in person. As long as he says it’s fake, I’ll believe him. If he says it’s true..."

Thinking of this, Moira Young’s mouth slowly curved into a bitter smile, making her look even more haggard.

No matter whether this matter is true or false, even if Julian Sinclair was indeed set up, he was indeed with Fiona Rhodes and so intimately.

Even if she was more tolerant, seeing the man she loved intimately with another woman was hard to accept.

"Fine, I’ll take you. If Julian really did something to wrong you, not only you, but even I won’t let him off." Adrian Grant gave Moira Young the final encouragement.

"Thank you, Adrian." Moira Young nodded slowly.

The next day, Adrian Grant took Moira Young to Vesperia.

The weather in Vesperia was not very good, and Moira Young did not get to see Julian Sinclair as she wished, nor did she get the answer she wanted.

After resting for a while, Adrian Grant looked at Moira Young’s pale face and frowned with some pain: "Moira, I’ll take you to the hotel first. Rest well today, and we’ll..."

"I want to see him, now." Moira Young pressed her red lips tightly, her small face full of determination.

No matter what, she had to see Julian Sinclair today. Otherwise, she really couldn’t eat or sleep.

"It’s already late today, why don’t we rest for a night first?" Adrian Grant knew Moira Young was anxious, but some things couldn’t be rushed.

Seeing Moira Young’s eyes redden visibly quickly, he compromised immediately: "Alright, alright, I’ll take you to him right now, don’t cry, don’t cry. Please don’t cry."

"Mm." Moira Young, with red eyes, made a sound from her nose.

Adrian Grant looked at her weary little face, feeling more and more heartache. This girl had been pampered since childhood and always smiled in front of them, yet now she was tormented by a single photo.

But he always felt that things weren’t that simple. Julian Sinclair had always been a man of his word; since he had ended the engagement with the Rhodes family, he naturally wouldn’t mess around with Fiona Rhodes anymore.

But in that photo, he didn’t seem reluctant at all; what was the real reason behind this?

Adrian Grant couldn’t figure it out, so he just sighed heavily and took Moira Young straight to the Sinclair family mansion.

However, things did not go as smoothly as imagined.

The Grant family was a partner of the Sinclair family, and Adrian Grant and Julian Sinclair were good brothers. Although they didn’t come to Vesperia often, they were still respected guests of the Sinclair family.

But Moira Young...

"Young Master Grant, you may go in, but I’m afraid this young lady..." The guard at the gate looked troubled, and his eyes filled with apology when he looked at Moira Young.

He didn’t mean to bully Moira Young, but he couldn’t disobey orders from above.

"Give me a reason." Adrian Grant was not one to be easily talked to. He looked at the guard coldly, his tone unfriendly, "You all know who she is. She’s the one your master holds dear; how dare you stop her?"

The guard broke into a cold sweat, wiping the sweat from his forehead with one hand while the other waved incessantly: "Young Master Grant, don’t be angry. How could I dare to stop Miss Young? It’s actually... the master’s orders. I really have no choice."

As a mere guard, he had no authority in the Sinclair family. Whether it was the young master or the master, he couldn’t afford to offend either. This situation left him pale with anxiety.

On one side was the young master, and on the other, the master, he really didn’t know what to do.

But ultimately, he stood by the master’s side.

"I’m sorry, Young Master Grant, I really can’t let Miss Young go in." The guard bowed apologetically, the cold sweat on his forehead dripping even more quickly.

Adrian Grant wasn’t easy to get along with; the tempers of these young masters were not small, and he was truly worried that Adrian would lose his temper and hit him.

Fortunately, though a bit of a young master’s temper, Adrian Grant was not unreasonable. He naturally understood the guard’s difficulty and saw no need to make things harder for him.

Turning to look at Moira Young, he saw her mood sinking lower and lower, and her overall state was terribly poor.

He tentatively suggested to Moira Young: "Moira, it seems Julian is not at home. Why don’t we find a place to stay for now, and I’ll try again later?"

Moira Young seemed to understand that even being unreasonable now wouldn’t help. She obediently nodded, letting Adrian Grant lead her away.

She was very tired, not just physically, but mentally as well.

Since receiving that photo, she had practically not closed her eyes for three or four days, her mind filled with the intimate image of Julian Sinclair and Fiona Rhodes lying in bed.

She wanted to trust Julian Sinclair, but thinking of everything he had done before, all trust crumbled like an avalanche, leaving her breathless.

The photo was too bizarre in its appearance; she still held on to hope that it was all just a scam.

"Adrian, does Uncle really not want me anymore?" Moira Young sat in the taxi, a bitter smile slightly tugging at her mouth, but her voice was full of tears.

"Silly girl, what are you thinking? You should know your Uncle’s feelings for you very clearly. I’ve said, this matter is definitely not that simple, stop overthinking." Adrian Grant sighed softly.