Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 445: Lending a Hand

Julian Sinclair watched the figure moving away, no longer brooding, smiled and shook his head, and after a while, resumed his indifferent expression, "To the office."

The driver responded by accelerating, and the car slowly moved forward, disappearing after a while without a trace.

Thankfully, Moira Young didn’t see his instantaneous change of expression, otherwise she would definitely think he had secretly learned the face-changing technique of Sichuan opera.

On campus, the bell announcing the start of classes rang. Moira Young wasn’t too anxious; her classes were later this morning. Leaning against the wall, she watched the car drive away, finally breathing a sigh of relief.

Good thing she ran fast; otherwise, she wouldn’t have made it to school today.

She turned and headed for the teaching building. After walking just a few steps, she heard a commotion followed by cries of pain. Moira craned her neck and saw a lady accidentally fall on a small path, the painful look on her face as she clutched her ankle. The lady looked familiar; without thinking much, Moira rushed over.

"Auntie, what’s wrong? Did you twist your ankle?"

The woman sitting on the ground was Aiden Webb’s mother. She was supposed to come yesterday but postponed the visit due to sudden commitments.

The campus was lush and vibrant, unlike winter. She got lost in the view and didn’t notice the stone under her foot, twisting her ankle.

Beads of cold sweat covered her forehead as she looked at the girl beside her. Mrs. Winslow nodded.

Moira took out a handkerchief she had snatched from Julian Sinclair and wiped Mrs. Winslow’s forehead, her face full of concern. "Auntie, don’t worry. There’s a hospital near our school. Wait for me; I can’t support you alone. I’ll find some student without classes now. Hold onto this handkerchief and don’t move; I’ll be back soon."

Mrs. Winslow took the kerchief and nodded, enduring the dull pain from her ankle, saying, "Young lady, I won’t move. Go ahead, I’ll wait for you."

"Okay." Moira nodded heavily, looking around anxiously and then started running forward. Luckily, just as she exited the path, she encountered a couple of male students coming in from the school gate.

"Excuse me, classmates. An aunt has fallen and is badly hurt. Please help."

The two boys exchanged glances and quickly asked, "Where is she?"

"Follow me." Seeing the two agreed, Moira spoke as she ran. The inside of her mask was fogging slightly, so she took it off a bit, breathed twice, and put it back on.

"Auntie, I found help."

Mrs. Winslow heard the commotion from afar and turned her head slightly. She saw Moira rushing over with two boys, her eyes slightly moist. Without this girl, she’d probably still be here alone for a while.

Within a blink, Moira and the boys arrived at her side, quickly helping Mrs. Winslow up. Moira called a cab, and together, they took her to the hospital.

At the hospital, while Moira was listening to the doctor’s explanation, the rescuers discreetly left after ensuring the lady’s safety.

"The foot’s not badly hurt, no bone damage and no sprain." The doctor said.

"Then why does it hurt so much?" Moira was puzzled.

The doctor chuckled and said, "Maybe it got strained during the twist. It will get better with some movement. Besides, this lady seems well cared for, so her pain sensitivity might be more acute than most."

This remark made Mrs. Winslow’s elegant face blush as she turned to look out the window.

Moira blinked, not quite understanding, "Oh, that’s good. Thank you, doctor."

The doctor waved his hand and turned to leave.

Moira poured Mrs. Winslow a glass of water, noticing her complexion returning to normal as she accepted it and thanked Moira, "Young student, thank you. If it weren’t for you, I’d still be anxiously lying there."

Moira smiled, her eyes sparkling like stars above her mask, "It’s nothing, Auntie. Just lending a helping hand; anyone else would have done the same. By the way, how did you fall?"

Mrs. Winslow unconsciously touched her face, truly protected by her husband and son, she chuckled and said, "I was heading to the principal’s office. I saw your school’s lovely scenery and plum blossoms and went over to look. When I was leaving, I got lost and wasn’t watching my step, hence the accident."

Moira nodded, "I see, Auntie. If you need to go to the principal’s office, once you feel better, I can take you there."

"Really?" Mrs. Winslow looked thrilled, feeling she’d met such a lovely young girl today, "That’d be wonderful. Thank you."

"Don’t mention it." Moira smiled and waved.

After chatting for a while, Mrs. Winslow felt ready to move. Moira helped her out of bed, and they left the hospital and returned to the school.

Along the way, Mrs. Winslow engaged Moira in casual conversation, and Moira felt a growing sense of warmth and closeness, chatting about many things. Mrs. Winslow became increasingly impressed with Moira’s good manners and kindness, feeling deeply moved.

Thinking how easily she came across such a nice girl, she wondered why her own son couldn’t see the attractiveness in someone with a simple, deep-minded starlet.

As they talked, Moira and Mrs. Winslow soon reached their destination, "Auntie, here’s the principal’s office."

Mrs. Winslow looked at the sign with gratitude, "Young student, thank you so much for today, sorry for delaying your class."

"It’s fine, Auntie, my class hasn’t started yet."

"Knock knock knock..." Moira curled her forefinger and knocked on the principal’s door.

Inside, a voice called, "Come in."

Moira helped Mrs. Winslow inside, sat her on the sofa, and stood up straight.

The principal immediately stood up, walking over, "Ah, Mrs. Winslow, what brings you here? What’s happened?"

"Hello, Principal." Moira was about to explain, glancing up at the clock on the wall, exclaiming with a muffled shout, "Auntie, I must go now, I have three minutes before class starts, I’d be late if I don’t hurry. You’ll have to explain to the principal, I’m leaving." She dashed to the door, opened it, paused just before leaving, "Goodbye, Principal."

The door closed with a sound, leaving the two inside in silence, before both smiled and shook their heads.

Mrs. Winslow inwardly delighted, not expecting the girl to have such a cheerful nature, thinking: I wonder what this young girl really looks like, her brows and eyes are quite pleasant.

Beautiful souls are indeed reflected in stunning appearances.

The principal turned, took two cups from the water dispenser, and sat across from Mrs. Winslow, "Mrs. Winslow, what brings you here, and how come a student brought you over?"

Mrs. Winslow took the cup, laughing and explained briefly, then casually praised Moira, "Fortunately, that young student appeared by chance, not only taking me to the hospital but also bringing me here." As she spoke, she reached into her pocket, "Oh, I forgot to return her handkerchief."