Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 58: Critical Condition

"Urgently requesting Moira Young’s friends to locate her family to sign the critical condition notice. Additionally, the patient is in urgent need of A-type blood, the blood bank is in short supply, please—" Before the loudspeaker in the notification room could finish, there was a sudden piercing sound, then it shut off, leaving silence.

The doctor nervously swallowed, looking at the man who had pulled the microphone from his hand.

"Adrian... What are you doing?" The man before him was one of the largest shareholders of this hospital; the other was The Sinclair Group.

Adrian Grant raised his eyes, releasing the microphone with ease, speaking mockingly: "Not bad, you actually know who I am."

"The reason I’m here is simple; whatever methods you use, you must bring this patient back from the brink of death." Adrian Grant stood up straight, his hands in his pockets.

"Which patient are you referring to?" The doctor smiled bitterly; he was just an intern and couldn’t afford to provoke people like him.

"Moira Young."

"But her family hasn’t signed, and the blood bank is critically low; she urgently needs a transfusion—"

"Look at my face." Adrian Grant pointed to his face for the doctor to see.

"Huh?" The intern looked bewildered.

"Do you think my face isn’t enough to waive her signature?" Adrian Grant found it exhausting to talk to him. "Moreover, a blood bank shortage implies there is still some blood; I want you to do whatever it takes to save her."

"If she doesn’t make it, none of you will find footing in this city."

The intern nodded with a bitter smile; he couldn’t make such decisions and had to consult the director.

Adrian Grant withdrew his gaze, found a small stool in the room to sit on, and crossed his legs.

The expensive, clean suit was out of place here, but fortunately, the patients’ families outside couldn’t see him.

He appeared relaxed on the outside, but inside he was fuming, silently cursing Julian Sinclair a million times over. For the first time, he felt so conflicted, clearly supporting Julian Sinclair’s revenge, but once it was done, blaming him for being ruthless.

Thinking back to Moira Young’s pitiful state leaning against Julian Sinclair’s car window, he could stab Julian Sinclair a few times.

If he hadn’t been secretly following Moira Young all along, who knew what would have happened!

Adrian Grant took out his phone; he truly wanted to tell Julian Sinclair about Moira Young’s attempt to take her own life but couldn’t bear to. Julian Sinclair was likely already on the verge of collapse, and telling him this news would be his undoing.

"Excuse me—" Carter Porter peeked through the small door, uncertain about what the loudspeaker announcement was about, ready to ask.

"Kid, do you have feelings for Moira Young?" Adrian Grant knew he brought Moira Young to the hospital, running several red lights and speeding. "Driving like that, do you have a death wish?"

"How do you know? You followed me here? You know Moira Young?" Carter Porter looked hopeful, "Are you her family? Can you sign for her?"

"What’s this about a blood bank shortage; I’m not A-type blood, but I have many friends, surely some must be A-type blood."

Adrian Grant laughed, looking at him, "Alright, with me here, she won’t be in trouble."

Carter Porter sighed in relief, "That’s good..."

Carter Porter’s phone suddenly rang; he glanced over to find several missed calls from Heath Sterling.

"Hello." Carter Porter was somewhat annoyed.

"Someone was causing trouble earlier; I’ve sorted it out. What did you need me for?"

"Moira Young had an accident; she’s in the operating theater now."

There was sudden silence on the other end, Carter Porter thought the signal was bad, said hello several times, and finally hung up.

"Usually, the girl doesn’t socialize, doesn’t talk to strangers, but at a critical moment, she’s different." Adrian Grant was a bit moved; he understood Moira Young’s character, befriending her required a lot of effort...

He studied Carter Porter for a long time, "Kid, do you like her?"

Carter Porter’s hand shook, averting his gaze, "I don’t; someone else likes her."

"Oh?" Adrian Grant teased no further, "Forget it, Moira is so beautiful; it’s normal to like her."

Carter Porter frowned, not wanting to engage further, "I’m going out."

Adrian Grant was left alone in the small room, sighing.

An hour later, Moira Young was pushed out. Adrian Grant watched from a distance, unable to get closer; he and Julian Sinclair had hurt her.

Only when he saw Moira Young enter the ward did Adrian Grant leave.

Heath Sterling, sweating profusely, ran over, brushing past Adrian Grant, each briefly gazing at the other before moving on.

Heath Sterling stopped at the ward door, breathing heavily, his mind blank, afraid to enter.

He still resented Moira Young.

His resentment wasn’t for Moira Young not saving him; that event wasn’t her fault.

What he hated was that while he lay in the hospital for so long, she never visited him.

After much hesitation, Heath Sterling clenched his fists, stealing a glance at her, feeling emotional pain weighing him down.

Carter Porter texted Heath Sterling that money was scarce and awkward to ask family; they couldn’t afford a private room for Moira Young, only a standard three-person room.

Without hesitation, Heath Sterling transferred all his prize money to Carter Porter.

He once sacrificed his leg for her; what’s a bit of money?

——

Three days later. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

At the Sinclair residence.

Julian Sinclair locked himself in his room, sitting motionless on the sofa.

Mrs. Miller and the butler were beside themselves with worry, nearly breaking the door down, as Julian Sinclair hadn’t eaten a bite or drunk a drop in three days.

At this rate, he was going to die.

"Sir, please eat something, even just drink a little water!" Mrs. Miller pleaded at the door with water and meals, fearing her calls would irritate him.

Mrs. Miller sighed, tears forming; she was heartbroken when she realized Julian Sinclair had a planned agenda in adopting Moira Young.

Moira Young, who had grown up in luxury, now had nothing; what if she ended up wandering the streets...?

"Can’t Sir just bring the young lady back, coax her, and maybe things will get better?" Mrs. Miller mumbled, overheard by the butler.

The butler also felt helpless, "Do you think the young lady will forgive Sir?"

"Even if she forgives Sir, Sir can’t forgive himself..."

These words carried through the door into Julian Sinclair’s ears.

His fingers lifted gently but didn’t know what he wanted to do and fell weakly.

He had been on the edge of collapse for days, knowing that as long as he relaxed for a moment, he’d fall off the cliff and shatter completely.

Nobody understood Moira Young’s character better than him; she looked obedient, serene, and meek on the surface, but if she set her mind, nobody could be more stubborn.

Thus, if she believed she lived in deceitful lies for nine years, she definitely wouldn’t turn back.