Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 4: Stirring Up Trouble

After having lunch at the school cafeteria, Moira Young walked slowly back to the classroom, however! Just as she pushed open the door and stepped inside the classroom! Suddenly, a basin of water poured down on her head!

Her body instantly chilled to every cell!

There were only a few people in the classroom, only Thea Thorne and her friends. Seeing Moira Young standing there like a drenched chicken, they all clutched their stomachs with laughter.

Moira Young’s clothes were soaked through, clinging coldly to every inch of her skin, the chill seeping in, making her shiver slightly.

She clenched her fists tightly and raised her head to look at Thea Thorne, her eyes filled with anger.

"Oh my! Thea Thorne, look! That good girl looks like she’s getting angry!" This mocking remark felt like a needle piercing into Moira Young’s heart.

"Hahaha! Look at her, it’s really killing me with laughter!"

Each vicious and sharp word drilled into Moira Young’s ears. Just because she didn’t want to retaliate didn’t mean she was a coward. She simply didn’t want to cause trouble for Uncle!

But this time, she finally couldn’t hold it in!

Moira Young picked up the long ruler from the desk and rushed forward to slap Thea Thorne hard across the face, then raised the ruler and mercilessly struck Thea’s body!

"Ah—! It hurts!" Thea Thorne never expected Moira Young to do this!

"Have you gone mad, Moira Young?" Thea Thorne tried to snatch the ruler, but just as she turned her face!

"Smack—!"

The ruler was fiercely struck across Thea Thorne’s face!

From start to finish, Moira Young’s eyes never blinked once.

Thea Thorne clutched her face, unable to speak from the pain, her legs gave way, and she knelt on the floor, tears streaming down uncontrollably. The girls beside her were so scared they hurried to call the teacher.

Moira Young froze.

It seemed like... she had caused trouble...

"Moira Young! Thea Thorne’s face is ruined! You beat her!" The girl closest to Thea, taking advantage of Moira Young’s shock, snatched the ruler and jabbed it several times against Moira Young’s stomach.

"She is the only daughter of the Thorne family, you’re finished, Moira Young!"

Thea Thorne’s hatred surged within her, grabbing the ruler with all her strength to hit Moira Young’s face!

"Smack—!"

Unexpectedly, the ruler landed on Heath Sterling’s back!

Heath Sterling embraced Moira Young, using his body to shield her from Thea Thorne’s retaliation.

Moira Young’s mind went blank, her gaze trailing along Heath Sterling’s concerned eyes, gradually turning vacant.

It was the first time, aside from her Uncle, that someone had held her like this, and also the first time she felt protected.

After the teacher arrived, Thea Thorne was sent to the hospital, and Moira Young, along with all the classmates present at the time, were called to the director’s office.

"Who struck first?" Director Tyler, known for his strictness and ambition, asked.

Except for Heath Sterling, the other girls pointed at Moira Young, with some fanning the flames: "Director Tyler, we were sitting in the classroom nicely, and Moira Young came in and attacked Thea Thorne."

"What’s your name, Moira Young, why did you hit someone?" Director Tyler’s harsh voice echoed. He vaguely remembered that this girl did well academically but had no prominent family background.

Moira Young lifted her stubborn little face, looking at Director Tyler, not saying a word, her eyes filled with restrained fury. She knew Director Tyler’s character and was unwilling to make any defense.

"What kind of look is that?" Director Tyler suddenly erupted in fury.

"I can testify, it was Thea Thorne who struck first!" Seeing the situation, Heath Sterling suddenly stood up.

"Heath Sterling, you have no right to speak, get back to the classroom!" Director Tyler was surprised to see a student like Moira Young, not even a delinquent dared to look at him like that! Moreover, Moira Young had no family background, which made Director Tyler even more annoyed, feeling his authority was insulted.

"You—!" Director Tyler pointed straight at Moira Young’s nose.

"Call your parents! Now! Immediately!"

Upon hearing this, Moira Young broke out in a cold sweat.

How could she... call her parents...

Julian Sinclair was the most mysterious and influential figure in the city. In Moira Young’s subconscious, he absolutely could not appear publicly because of her issues, otherwise...

Thinking of this, Moira Young’s gaze immediately softened, her head lowered, her nose tingling, holding back tears.

"In my twenty years of teaching, this is the first time I’ve seen a student dare to look at me like that!" Seeing Moira Young wilt at the mention of parents, Director Tyler became invigorated. A student’s weakness was always their parents.

"Today, if your parents don’t come, you will stay in the office, if they aren’t here by the end of the day, be prepared to stand here all night!" Director Tyler pushed the landline forward a bit.

Moira Young’s clothes were still wet, she was leaning against the cold wall, her whole body trembling uncontrollably, yet she stubbornly refused to make the call.

Time passed by slowly, Moira Young’s body soaked in cold, could barely hold on, her head dizzy, feeling weak.

She bit her lip, no matter what, she must endure!

——

At the Sinclair villa.

Julian Sinclair sat on the sofa browsing a magazine, Mrs. Miller had already set the dinner on the table, but Moira Young had not returned yet.

"Call to ask where she is." He didn’t lift his head and mentioned no names, his tone calm, face expressionless.

Understanding, the butler called the driver responsible for picking up Moira Young, who said he didn’t know why he hadn’t seen the young lady.

Julian Sinclair frowned and put down the magazine in his hand.

"Prepare the car."

He was going to the school himself to fetch Moira Young.

However, upon reaching the vicinity of the school, he saw the school gates closing, which meant that all the teachers and students had left.

But, there was no sign of Moira Young.

Julian Sinclair’s eyes suddenly flashed with displeasure, concealing a hint of worry. Just as he was about to get out of the car, the butler stopped him.

"Sir, I’m afraid this might be unwise... let me go in to have a look first." The butler suggested.

Julian Sinclair’s face was cold, with a slight arch of his handsome brow, he said coldly, "Butler, you’re getting bolder."