Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 416: Spreading Rumors

"Come, I’ll show you what to do. Next time you encounter such a situation, don’t panic. Just do as I teach you." Aiden Webb gestured to Moira Young as she came out.

Moira Young obediently sat on the sofa, listening to Aiden Webb’s solution.

"I’ll start a video later and won’t reveal this is your home." He saw Moira Young nod and continued, "After I post it, you can write a statement and contact that lawyer from before."

Moira Young nodded, and the two got to work.

Aiden Webb started the video, showing his upper body, and said to the camera, "Hello everyone, I’m Aiden Webb. Moira is like my sister. My family lives upstairs from Moira’s. We came home together because of my arm injury." He patted his arm and continued, "Please don’t spread rumors. Thank you all."

After finishing, he closed the video and looked at Moira Young, who was sitting nearby with slightly parted lips, and raised his eyebrows: "What’s up?" As he spoke, he uploaded the video.

"Brother, your house is above mine?" Moira Young was genuinely puzzled.

Aiden Webb nodded, casually explaining, "I bought a unit here before, but haven’t moved in yet. It’s fine if someone wants to check."

Moira Young was stunned, just feeling that Aiden Webb was amazing.

"Brother, you’re truly my brother."

Aiden Webb gently patted Moira Young’s head: "Your turn."

"Oh, okay."

She picked up her phone, shared Aiden Webb’s video, and wrote: "My brother is really great. Please stop slandering us. For me, being the sister of an international idol is nothing but lucky and happy. Although life was tough when I was young, I’ve always looked towards the sunlight. Maybe that’s why I’ve met such good people all along. Brother, love you. Also attached: Legal statement [image]."

Feeling a bit embarrassed after writing, she sent it without showing Aiden Webb.

Aiden Webb refreshed the page, looking at Moira Young’s post and feeling warm inside. He looked softly at his sister opposite him: "Want some coffee."

Moira Young’s eyes lit up, and she exclaimed: "Okay, wait for me, I’ll make it right away."

Online, upon seeing the statements from the two, there was another uproar, and the trending topics exploded.

Under Aiden Webb’s video, there was a wave of sympathy.

"God Webb, sob sob, it must hurt."

"God Webb, did you go to the hospital?"

"How can my hubby be injured? Manager, assistant, come out and face it."

"My God Webb is so gentle. How is Moira Young so lucky? I want to be God Webb’s sister too."

"No, I want to be his wife."

"I want to be his daughter."

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Under Moira Young’s statement, the attitude of the netizens was alright, not as extreme as before, with mostly just jealous admiration.

By evening, some influencers came out with pictures, confirming Aiden Webb indeed owns property near Moira Young’s house, conveniently right above, but the address was blurred for the artist’s safety.

Aiden Webb received the news and called the property management, asking them to strengthen monitoring to prevent fans from coming in.

"Brother, what do you want to eat tonight?" Moira Young opened the fridge and asked.

Aiden Webb stood up and walked over.

"Let’s have some soup, I’ll teach you how to brew it."

"Okay, what kind of soup? Let me see what Joe bought."

Moira Young rummaged through the fridge: "There are ribs, and corn." She said, looking up at Aiden Webb.

Aiden Webb nodded, helping Moira Young with the items, and they went into the kitchen together.

"Make soup and stir-fry two dishes, how about that, Brother?"

"It’s up to you."

Moira Young smiled, raised her eyebrows at Aiden Webb: "Then I’ll go wash the vegetables."

After a while, a fragrant smell emerged from the kitchen.

"Not bad." Aiden Webb tasted the rib soup and praised.

Moira Young proudly said, "Of course, look who the guide is."

Aiden Webb’s laughter resonated in his chest, feeling that this period was the happiest and most joyful time.

While stir-frying, Moira Young carefully asked about the points to note and the amount of seasoning.

After a while, two dishes came out, Moira Young asked Aiden Webb to bring out two bowls and chopsticks, while she brought the dishes to the dining table.

"Alright, let’s taste the meal we made together."

Aiden Webb picked up his chopsticks and started eating, nodded, and gave a thumbs up.

Moira Young looked at him and began to eat: "Why do I feel it’s you who cooked it?"

Aiden Webb shrugged: "Just shows we are indeed siblings."

Saying this, he took a bite of the dish, looking slightly different from his usual elegant and distinguished self.

Moira Young took a sip of soup and continued: "Brother, teach me to make two new dishes every morning, noon, and night, okay?"

Aiden Webb nodded: "If you want to learn, I’ll teach you."

After finishing the meal, Moira Young tidied up the bowls and chopsticks and said: "Brother, remember not to get your injury wet when you shower. There’s a handheld showerhead in the bathroom, don’t soak in the bath yet, wait until the cast is removed."

"Alright, I’ll wait until you finish washing the dishes."

Moira Young smiled at Aiden Webb, turned, and went into the kitchen.

After cleaning up, both went back to their rooms to wash up. Moira Young was still a bit worried, thinking of calling Aiden Webb’s assistant to help. Aiden Webb gently tapped her head, and the matter was set aside.

At night, Moira Young lay in bed, browsing through social media, inadvertently seeing a summary of the turmoil since her return to the country, she clicked in, feeling more uneasy as she read.

She had felt that things weren’t right before. Since returning home, it seemed like everything was under someone else’s control. Thinking carefully about all that happened, her face darkened as she got up to knock on Aiden Webb’s door.

She raised her hand but then put it down, somewhat dejectedly returning to her bed.

Holding the plushie on her bed, she couldn’t go disturb Aiden Webb. She’d already caused trouble for him before. Although she knew he wouldn’t mind, now he was still injured and shouldn’t be too burdened. After thinking, should she call Adrian Grant?

She bit her lip, shaking her head.

Forget it. That guy would probably tell Julian Sinclair. Even though they were separated now, even though she still quietly hoped for a chance to reunite, she didn’t want Julian Sinclair to take care of her or treat her like a child. She’s an independent person, capable of handling her own affairs and absolutely competent.

But who would be behind all this, who would not want her to have a good time, causing trouble repeatedly?

Moira Young squinted, thinking that maybe it used to be Zayne Sinclair, but now she’s also unrelated to Uncle, so who could it be?

With a snort, Moira Young murmured: "Of course, still the enemy’s grudge, hum, Fiona Rhodes."

She sat up, called some close friends, asked them to help investigate the matters since her return, and also looked into Fiona Rhodes’ whereabouts, then called Lee as well.

"Hello, Moira." Lee was about to get up to freshen up when he saw the call and answered.

"Lee, sorry to bother."

Lee waved his hand, saying: "It’s nothing, what’s up?"