Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 164: These Father and Son Are Toxic

Unexpectedly, the evening they went to the city hospital to see Uncle Yates.

Was the last time Claire Prescott saw Iris Yates, who silently went abroad for further studies on the third day and only sent her a message after reaching the airport.

It was particularly sudden.

At that time, Claire was still at work and couldn’t find time to see her.

The summer break abroad wasn’t that long, yet she was about to leave without saying a word to her.

Helplessly.

Claire scolded her before letting her go.

Glancing at the calendar, she realized that summer was coming to an end, and there was not much time left until the Empyrean High School’s anniversary celebration.

She gathered her thoughts and returned to work mode.

By the time work ended that day.

Finn Prescott came looking for her to personally drive her back to The Empyrean Court, saying their father was at home waiting for her for dinner.

Her face darkened, and she informed her grandparents before leaving with him.

Not a word was exchanged on the way.

Finn sat in the back seat with his eyes closed, resting; he didn’t look well, and Claire glanced at him silently before shifting her gaze away.

By the time they arrived at The Empyrean Court, night had fallen.

Three separate European-style villas stood in a row, always with security at the entrance. From a distance, only the middle villa was lit, every floor had its lights on.

This time, she didn’t know why her father suddenly called her over again.

It seemed.

There were no other matters besides her marriage.

Almost every meeting with him ended on a sour note, so every time she saw him, she had to mentally prepare in advance.

"Going back to your own home, not entering a lion’s den, what’s with the sour face?" Finn couldn’t help but quip.

Claire glanced at him without speaking.

She secretly took a deep breath, then walked along the path towards the half-open large door.

The entire living room was brightly lit as if it were daytime; every piece of furniture looked brand new, yet it felt empty, devoid of the feeling of home. Only the aroma of food in the air added some homeliness to the place.

Then, she saw her father coming out of the kitchen with a plate of food.

Wearing a shirt and trousers, with a black apron tied around him, no matter how you looked, it was awkward and unlike him.

"You’re back." Jericho Prescott deliberately softened his voice to sound gentle and approachable.

Claire regained her senses and called, "Dad."

"Go wash your hands; it’s time for dinner."

It was such a normal sentence, yet coming from him, it felt exceptionally out of place.

However.

When Finn went to the kitchen to help and saw the mess, he couldn’t help but frown, although each dish was plated delicately and looked appetizing.

Jericho said, "Let’s eat first; we can let Housekeeper King clean up later."

"Alright." Finn carried the dishes out.

After washing her hands, Claire watched the two men busying themselves, feeling uncomfortable.

All five dishes were her favorites, plated attractively and appetizing.

Upon sitting down, Jericho introduced, "These are a few dishes I learned from a five-star chef; see if they suit your taste."

Claire moved her chopsticks, and after tasting the first piece of meat, she calmly commented, "It’s pretty good."

"If you want to eat something in the future, just tell me, and I’ll make it for you."

"Okay."

The atmosphere was unexpectedly peaceful, easing Claire’s tense heart.

Though the taste was quite ordinary, at least it didn’t flop.

Yet it reminded her of what she told Assistant Lowe last time.

Perhaps Uncle Lowe conveyed her words to her father, and he took them to heart, making an effort to get closer to her.

But.

Instead of the ordinary warmth she imagined, it felt awkward and unfamiliar.

"I’ve never seen where you work; I heard from Assistant Lowe that you’re quite busy."

Claire replied, "Sometimes I am. If you want to visit, you are welcome anytime."

Jericho smiled and agreed, "Alright."

The rest of the time, they ate quietly.

It was too quiet.

Without reason, she had two bowls of rice.

After dinner, her father went back into the kitchen.

Before long, he brought out a bowl of yogurt and placed it in front of her.

Claire paused, "How did you know I like this?"

Seeing the light in her eyes, her demeanor and voice were more obedient than ever before.

To capture a daughter’s heart, one must first capture her stomach.

This saying felt particularly true at that moment.

Following Assistant Lowe’s advice, he gave her time to adapt and refrained from mentioning her and Keane Lowell’s matters, aiming to let her feel the family’s genuine care, so she wouldn’t be easily swayed by others.

"Your grandma told me."

Claire couldn’t handle such a huge, amiable change from him; it was too meticulous, making her suspect her father had an ulterior motive, yet she couldn’t pinpoint any flaw.

"You eat first; I’ll go upstairs to take a shower." He had a cleanliness obsession and couldn’t stand the smell of cooking on him, so he said no more and headed upstairs.

Claire took her time, scooping a spoonful to taste.

There was only a portion for her; Finn had none.

He simply sat across from her watching her eat.

However, despite having no portion for himself, he didn’t find it inappropriate because he didn’t need it.

Tonight, enjoying their father’s cooking was all thanks to his sister.

Only.

He didn’t expect such a simple meal to disarm all her defenses, making her so easy to please.

He couldn’t help but wonder.

Would preparing a good meal for her resolve her inner conflict?

"Is it good?" he asked.

Claire paused her chewing, realizing his presence.

She swallowed the food and honestly said, "It’s better than the dinner just now."

Making this yogurt bowl was simply mixing yogurt with some nuts and fruits, not requiring much skill at all.

Finn looked at her with a complex expression, his Adam’s apple moved, "Would you like to try my cooking?"

Upon hearing.

Claire felt a tingling sensation on her scalp.

Unable to withstand his gaze, she silently took the yogurt bowl and went to the courtyard alone to eat.

...These father and son have issues.

She couldn’t help but take out her phone and called Keane Lowell.

At that time, Keane was attending a cocktail party but found a quieter place to take Claire’s call.

The corridor wall lights lined up, casting a brilliant glow along the wall. His figure elongated, and his noble demeanor was clearly outlined.

Once the call connected, the first thing he said was, "Sweetheart."

The voice was deep and lingering.

Suddenly, Claire got goosebumps.

She calmly asked, "Are you busy?"

"Attending a cocktail party."

"Then find a quiet place, and let’s chat."