Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 118: I Never Thought About Leaving You
Gradually understanding.
It was probably because of concern for her situation that he was so tender with her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck with ease, kissed his cheek, and said, "Don’t worry, I’m fine now. I feel as if I’ve just woken up with no sensation at all."
Keane Lowell just held her without speaking.
After a moment of silence.
Claire Prescott informed him, "I just saw Shelby Thorne in the room. There was a fragrance in the room that made me dizzy, so I went looking for you thereafter."
After a pause, she guessed and asked, "Is that room where you usually stay?"
Keane Lowell replied seriously, "Yes, she drugged the incense burner."
"You’ve already figured it all out?"
"Yes. Sorry for what you went through."
Hearing this apology caused Claire’s heart to ache, and she instinctively held him tighter, "It’s not your fault. No need to apologize. I’m glad it was me who went in and not you." 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺
Otherwise.
She couldn’t imagine how furious she’d be.
Thinking about Shelby Thorne lying in the bathtub, a surge of anger rose in her heart, and she muttered, "How could there be such a despicable person in the world."
Keane Lowell gently rubbed her back to comfort her, "Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything."
As his deep voice resonated, Claire could keenly feel the vibration in his chest.
Glancing up accidentally, she saw Miles Morgan appear at the window near the door.
She calmed her emotions and said, "Miles Morgan is here."
Keane Lowell thus released her, laying her back in bed and covering her with the blanket carefully.
Turning back, he saw Miles Morgan knock on the door, holding a bouquet of flowers as he entered.
"Is Miss Prescott feeling better?" Miles Morgan asked, directing his words to the person lying in the hospital bed.
Claire Prescott looked at him blandly, without replying.
Shelby Thorne’s ability to sneak into Keane’s room surely had something to do with his club.
The atmosphere turned awkward for a moment.
At this moment, Miles Morgan turned to Keane Lowell, "Mr. Lowell, may I have a word with you?"
"We can talk here."
Miles Morgan, resigning, went to set the flowers down.
He then opened a video on his phone and handed it to Keane, "The video was recorded by one of my employees, showing Second Miss Thorne entering your room from the rooftop using some tools."
Keane Lowell took the phone, swiped through it quickly, and asked in a calm voice, "Since you saw this, why didn’t you stop her immediately?"
"The new employee was just caught up in the excitement and didn’t think to intervene. We’ve already terminated them."
"You’re good at distancing your club from her."
"Second Miss Thorne did indeed ask me for a key, but I refused her and told her off. I didn’t expect her to take such an extreme route."
Keane Lowell asked further, "Where did the drug come from?"
"We’re not clear about the drugging yet. Surveillance shows that after we parted, she returned to her car, and it’s likely she brought the drug in then. I’m sorry for the trouble caused to both of you, and there’s indeed a lapse on our part. Miss Prescott encountered an incident at our club, so we bear responsibility. We can cover Miss Prescott’s mental damages and she can access any of our Morgan Family venues freely in the future, with all expenses waived."
Of course, he knew these two wouldn’t care much about such perks, but the sincerity of the apology was genuine.
Yet.
The imposing posture opposite, with its penetrating stare, seemed to pierce through to one’s core.
But he still accepted it humbly and calmly.
Keane Lowell returned the phone to him, dismissing it, "Once the matter is fully investigated, there will naturally be a conclusion."
Afterward, he turned to glance at the person laying quietly on the hospital bed and remarked, "She’s tired and needs more rest."
It was a clear sign for departure.
Miles Morgan tactfully said, "Then, Miss Prescott, take care and rest. I won’t disturb you further."
Just as he turned away.
He heard Keane Lowell’s cold remark, "Take the flowers with you."
Miles Morgan halted immediately, turned back to take the flowers, and finally said, "Wishing Miss Prescott a speedy recovery."
With that said, he exited the ward.
Taking out his personal cell phone, he glanced at it only to see several missed calls from Serena Thorne, who left a message: Where are Keane Lowell and the others residing?
He turned off the screen without responding.
Not wanting to let her meet with Keane Lowell; he wasn’t someone easy to handle, and given the current tension, a meeting would likely yield no benefit...
After he left.
Claire Prescott slowly processed all that happened, inadvertently noticing her hospital gown and realizing there was no underwear inside, feeling fresh and clean all over.
Suddenly remembering something.
She touched her backside and turned to look at the man, "Did you... change my clothes?"
"You were soaked. I helped you change into a new set."
"Then I..." Claire Prescott couldn’t continue.
Keane Lowell understood what she was getting at, "I changed it as well."
Claire Prescott’s face flushed instantly, her eyes darting around, feeling as though she was drowning and completely unable to withstand his tender meticulousness.
How could he, a grown man, do such things for her...
She hastily averted her gaze, shying away under the covers.
Keane Lowell observed her reaction, helplessly saying, "It was just changing a sanitary pad; I’ve seen every part of you before."
Hearing him speak so frankly, Claire Prescott even more wanted to find a hole to crawl into.
The covers were stifling.
Eventually, she uncovered herself to breathe, covering half her face and looking at him, "With you being so attentive to me, what if I can’t leave you in the future?"
The words fell on the covers, slightly muffled.
Though unclear, Keane Lowell pieced together the complete sentence.
"You still want to leave me?"
Seeing the deepening look in his eyes, Claire Prescott replied seriously, "I never thought about it."
The man pressed further, "Never thought about what?"
Seeing his intentionality, Claire Prescott feigned anger.
Her eyes were lively, filled with a touch of spirit.
After a moment of silence.
She still said the full sentence, "I never thought about leaving you."
...
That night.
The Thorne Family tried every means to find Shelby, fearing something might happen to her in Keane Lowell’s hands.
They made call after call, but still couldn’t reach Keane Lowell.
The large living room was filled with nerves, the family like ants on a hot pan, yet Mrs. Thorne couldn’t keep her composure, slapping Serena Thorne hard across the face in anger.
The action was too sudden and too quick to avoid, with no one to stop it.
As a result, that slap left Serena’s face swollen, her mind buzzing.
"Why didn’t you watch your sister when you took her out?!" Mrs. Thorne scolded.
Serena held back her tears, her heart growing cold inch by inch.
The entire household fell into a somber mood, as if even breathing was seen as a mistake.
No elder spoke up for her, but her eleven-year-old brother rushed in front of her, shielding her behind himself, "Mom, you’re being too biased. Second Sister is already an adult. If she disappears, she disappears. How can you place all the blame on Big Sister alone."
"If she hadn’t taken your Second Sister out, would anything have happened to her?"
"Mom, you’re being unreasonable."
"Enough!" Elder Thorne shouted angrily.
