Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 56: Numbness

The reporters surged forward, and the dazzling flashlights kept flickering on Moira Young—these lights were more than just light; they were like sharp blades!

Julian Sinclair sat in the car, his cold and distant eyes gazing through the window, landing on that shockingly pale face.

She was the person he had cherished for nine years...

Just like this...

Pushed into the abyss by his own hands...

"Uncle! Uncle... I beg you... let me in, please..."

"Please..." Moira Young cried and begged, desperately pounding on the car window. How she wished that her Uncle would open the car door in the next second...

How she wished her Uncle could save her...

Watching the group of reporters pull at Moira Young, trying to capture her frontal face, Julian Sinclair’s expression remained icy and emotionless.

This was the path he had chosen, and he couldn’t regret it.

"Uncle... why! Why!" Moira Young understood the indifference in Julian Sinclair’s eyes and stopped pounding, her heart suddenly stopping.

The despair and confusion reflected in her eyes entered Julian Sinclair’s vision, yet he still had no reaction.

Julian Sinclair coldly retracted his gaze, and the car gradually started to drive away.

"No..." Moira Young dragged her numb body to follow, "Uncle... no..."

The car drove faster and faster, and Moira Young staggered and fell heavily to the ground!

"No—don’t—!" Her devastated voice grew close to a scream, piercing the skies.

This sound mercilessly pierced Julian Sinclair’s heart! A hint of metallic taste emerged in his throat.

A cold drop of tear quietly slid down the corner of his eye.

He lightly raised his hand and wiped it away.

The Porter family.

Carter Porter’s mother sat idly on the sofa, tired of watching TV shopping, so she casually switched channels.

"Is Arthur Whitman truly the perfect man or a fraud? Is he a philanthropist or a wolf in sheep’s clothing? The Sinclair Group’s most mysterious influential figure Julian Sinclair presents the evidence one by one. The satellite TV broadcasts live, suddenly revealing Arthur Whitman’s illegitimate daughter; let’s see what she looks like."

On television, the reporters’ expressions seemed like they had uncovered a huge secret, rushing to broadcast live to various TV stations.

Carter’s mom didn’t care for these things and switched channels again.

But switching through several stations, they all talked about the same thing.

"Mom, do you find these things boring?" Carter Porter held Moira Young’s bag, left in his car yesterday. He tried calling Moira but no one answered, so he planned to deliver it directly to her house.

Just as he was about to leave, Carter’s mom called him.

"Hey, wait——" Carter’s mom looked at the TV with surprise.

"Why? I have things to do!"

"Carter, take a look, isn’t that your classmate Moira Young on the TV?" Carter’s mom pointed at the screen, raising her voice by several octaves.

"Mom, you’ve only met her a few times, how do you recognize—" Carter approached, and his smile instantly froze.

Moira Young helplessly curled up on the ground, surrounded by a group of people. Her bloodless, pale face confusedly evaded the cameras.

A cruel glint flashed in Carter Porter’s eyes, and he immediately turned around and ran out.

"Are you going to play hero and rescue the damsel? Take me with you!" Carter’s mom placed down her sunflower seeds, slipped on her slippers, and jumped into the car.

"Mom! Stop joking, alright? I’m not going to play!" Carter Porter looked at his mom’s gossip-loving face in exasperation.

"The more you talk, the longer that girl will be under scrutiny, hurry up." Carter’s mom fastened her seatbelt, showing no intention of getting out.

Carter didn’t care anymore, stepped on the gas, and sped away.

When he arrived at the scene, he found that there were far more people than on TV, not just reporters but also some onlookers.

Arthur Whitman had long fled from somewhere, leaving Moira Young alone.

Without a word, Carter Porter got out of the car and rushed into the crowd, draping his jacket over Moira Young and shielding her face with his hand, leading her away from that dangerous circle.

He pulled her into the car, "I’ll take you away from here first."

Moira Young’s numb, hollow eyes seemed to be looking at some place, half-aware, she dumbly nodded. Her heart was dead, showing no expression on her face anymore.

"Poor child..." Carter’s mom, with a soft heart, couldn’t bear seeing someone in such a half-dead state.

After they got home, Carter’s mom immediately instructed to prepare a guest room, and as Carter wanted to keep Moira Young company in her room, he was pulled out by his mom with a knowing look.

In the room, Moira Young weakly sat on the bed, her disheveled hair falling beside her cheeks, expressionless.

Despair leading to collapse, collapse leading to silence, silence leading to emptiness.

Moira Young never thought about the reason Julian Sinclair adopted her, and when she knew the reason, it was at the moment he personally pushed her into the abyss.

Why did the Uncle she respected and loved have to be so cruel to her...

They lived together for so many years, with memories only of happiness and beautiful moments; she never doubted him, yet now she ended up like this.

Everyone pointed and sneered at her, calling her a fraud’s illegitimate daughter. Moira Young might not care about the insults and accusations, she only cared why Julian Sinclair treated her this way.

Suddenly, Moira Young saw a fruit knife on the table, she had no thoughts left, her nerves were too numbed to function.

She picked up the fruit knife, and slowly walked towards the bathroom.

She turned on the shower, and the icy water felt like millions of needles piercing her body; she slashed the sharp blade across her wrist, and blood flowed along with the water.

The sudden pain made her realize she was still alive.

But from now on, she chose death.

"Mom, with her like this now, will anything happen?" Carter Porter stood outside the door, worried.

"Let her be for now, check on her later." Carter’s mom was also worried but felt the child needed her own space now.

"Didn’t I hear you say Julian Sinclair is the kid’s Uncle?" Carter’s mom asked, recalling how the evidence on TV earlier was presented by Julian Sinclair.

"Yeah... that’s why I’m worried she might get hurt, Moira Young seems really dependent on her Uncle."

"Such deep deceit, how a good child was tortured like this, who knows if she still has a home in the future." Carter’s mom shook her head lamenting multiple times.

Carter suddenly remembered something, "Mom, I can’t talk to you now, got things to do!" After saying this, he quickly ran to his room and locked the door.

He took out his phone and dialed someone, impatiently waiting for them to answer.

Connected.

"Heath Sterling, Moira Young is in trouble!" The first person Carter Porter wanted to inform was Heath Sterling; over the past two years, all news about Moira Young was fed to Heath Sterling by Carter Porter, including their meet-ups at the bar and watching races, all arranged by Heath Sterling through Carter Porter.

It was noisy on the other end, Heath Sterling couldn’t hear clearly, "What are you saying?"