Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 347: The Outcome

After discussing with the doctor, Adrian Grant decided to give Moira Young a nutrition injection based on her condition. Otherwise, if she continued to lose weight, she might develop anorexia. Moira knew that the doctor and Adrian were concerned about her health, and she couldn’t refuse Adrian’s pleading eyes, so she nodded in agreement.

Regarding her insomnia, Adrian had no solution and decided to administer a sedative injection. The young nurse also knew about Moira’s situation and felt sympathy for this girl. Before every injection, she would chat with Moira, hoping that she could have a good dream.

As the weather got colder, Moira would often be in a daze during the day, staring blankly at the maple leaves outside the window. On the day she was admitted to the hospital, this maple tree’s branches and leaves were still lush, but half a month had passed, and most of the leaves had fallen.

When a cold wind blew, they scattered all over the ground.

"Little Moira, I bought your favorite red bean porridge, would you like some?" Adrian’s voice reached Moira’s ears, but she didn’t respond at all, still gazing blankly at the precarious maple leaf.

Winter had come, the leaves had withered, and she had lost Uncle. What was the point of living?

Looking at her increasingly haggard little face, Adrian sighed gently. Faced with this Moira, he couldn’t find the words to comfort her.

Some things, if she couldn’t figure them out herself, no matter how much he, an outsider, said, what use was it?

That day, Moira still didn’t eat. Her thin little frame seemed like it could be blown away by the wind, just like the maple leaves outside the window.

Every night after the sedative injection, although Moira fell asleep, she always heard a familiar male voice beside her ear. But no matter how she tried to listen, she couldn’t hear the content clearly. Yet, her subconscious told her it was Julian Sinclair, it had to be him.

On the hospital bed, Moira’s eyes were tightly closed, her pale little face devoid of any color. Her once beautiful features had become haggard due to illness.

Through the dim light outside the window, a tall figure could be seen beside the bed.

He gently moved a chair to sit by the bed, tenderly holding Moira’s thin hand that lacked any flesh, his eyes filled with pity and an unbreakable love.

"Moira, I’m sorry, can you forgive Uncle?"

As he spoke, he chuckled bitterly, "You’re so stubborn, how could you easily forgive? Whether you forgive me or not, I owe you an apology."

"Silly girl, why do you torment yourself? Even without me, you need to live well." Lowering his eyes, his cold hand rested on Moira’s brow, his voice gentle like water, "I’ve taught you early on, you can’t trust anyone in this world, including me. Why can’t you ever learn?"

"Silly girl, take good care of yourself. I will always be your Uncle, and will protect you with all my life."

"Moira, wait for me."

In her dream, Moira heard nothing else, just a voice saying "wait for me."

Wait for me?

She didn’t understand, who was she waiting for? Julian Sinclair? Was it him?

However, when she woke up the next day, she found nothing different in the ward, except that the room inexplicably had a familiar scent of grass.

It was Julian Sinclair’s scent. Had he really been here?

She even tried probing the young nurse who came to chat with her, but unfortunately, she couldn’t get any clues.

In the following days, the situation remained the same as that night. Whenever she fell asleep, she could always hear a vague voice, ending with those two words: wait for me.

Moira didn’t understand, if it really was Julian Sinclair, why didn’t he want to see her? What difficulties did he have that he couldn’t explain to her? Why come secretly and leave silently?

This question troubled Moira for days until she could no longer hold back.

At night, the young nurse came as usual to administer the sedative injection.

However, Moira was not idle; before sleeping, she deliberately drew a pattern with a light-colored fluorescent pen on the chair. In her dream, she heard that voice again, indistinct and unclear.

The first thing Moira did when she woke up was check the chair, and when she shone a laser pen on it, she found that the pattern had indeed been partially wiped away, making her more convinced someone had come at night.

After learning this, she didn’t know whether to be happy or sad.

She wanted to see him.

This was the only thought in Moira’s heart.

Regardless of the outcome, she wanted an answer.

At nine in the evening, the nurse routinely came to give Moira the sedative injection. Moira’s face showed no signs of change, but her eyes were fixed intently on the syringe.

"Miss Young, it’s time for your injection." The nurse approached Moira slowly with the syringe.

"I’m thirsty." Moira said softly with an indifferent expression, showing no emotion, but her eyes carried a longing.

The nurse didn’t think much of it and quickly set down the syringe to get Moira some water. Unexpectedly, the water in the dispenser was gone, so she had no choice but to go out with the cup to fetch some water for Moira.

About two minutes later, the nurse returned with warm water, smiling as she offered it to Moira: "Miss Young, here’s the water."

"Thank you." Moira took the cup and sipped a couple of times before setting it down.

Seeing that she had drunk the water, the nurse picked up the syringe beside her, smiling as she looked at Moira: "Shall I begin?"

"Mm."

Once the nurse saw that Moira quickly fell asleep, she left at ease.

Little did she know, the sedative in the syringe had already been switched out by Moira for glucose, and she was merely feigning sleep.

In the deep, silent night, Moira lay on her side in the hospital bed, her eyes tightly shut. In her mind, she repeatedly recalled the voice from her dreams, unable to sleep.

She didn’t know how long she waited, but there was still no sign of any movement.

It was already 2 AM, and she had lost count of how many positions she had shifted to, yet the person she was waiting for had not appeared.

Just as she thought he wouldn’t come, she suddenly heard the sound of the door clicking open, startling her as she hurriedly closed her eyes and turned on her side to pretend to be asleep.

The ward was terrifyingly silent, and she could clearly hear the sound of the person opening and closing the door. Moments later, she felt the person slowly drag a chair and sit by her bed.

Then came the anxious silence. If it weren’t for feeling that scorching gaze, she would have started to suspect the person had already left.

The person still didn’t speak, but she was really tempted to open her eyes and take a look.

Just then, her warm little hand suddenly touched a cold one.

The familiar touch made Moira’s heart tremble. It was him, it was Julian Sinclair.

This feeling was one she knew all too well.

Moira’s mind was torn with emotion. She had suspected it was Julian before, but...

If he was so heartless, why come to see her? Thinking about this, she firmly shut her eyes to continue pretending to sleep, as if she didn’t know he was there.

But in just a couple of seconds, she gave in; she was unwilling, truly unwilling.

Many things always need a resolution, don’t they?