Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 34 - 33: The Lowest Point

He spoke directly, without any reservation.

Claire Prescott understood instantly.

Her face blushed, ears heated, and her eyes flickered continually.

Desire surged...

Was it because of last night’s kiss that made her want...?

With a flushed face, she gently took his wrist and led him into the Sinclair Apothecary, then into her consulting room.

At that moment, the old doctor happened to come out of the eastern consulting room and saw their figures pass by...

He leisurely walked to the counter, casually selecting a medicinal herb to put into the pestle, nonchalantly standing there pounding the medicine while his eyes couldn’t help but glance inside, afraid of missing anything.

Recently, the apothecary had been buzzing about either who sent roses to his granddaughter or about her being in a relationship. Added to that, she didn’t come home the entire night yesterday, and just now he saw her bringing a man back, it’s hard not to make him think more.

He waited for a long time.

Finally, some sound came from inside, and the two walked out one after the other.

The old doctor resumed his usual stern demeanor, and naturally locked eyes with them.

Seeing him, Claire Prescott was stunned for a moment, and her voice tightened: "Grand...Grandpa."

The old doctor’s gaze fell on Keane Lowell, and his pounding motion slowed a bit as he asked in a deep voice, "Your friend?"

Claire Prescott nodded, bringing the man to face him, and explained, "He caught a cold, and I just took his pulse."

After that, she calmly walked into the counter and picked out a few medicinal herbs from the full wall of drawers to weigh them.

Keane Lowell politely greeted, "Sir."

The old doctor paused, and the entire hall fell silent for a moment.

He lifted his head to scrutinize the man before him for a while.

He couldn’t say if he was satisfied or dissatisfied.

From appearances alone, this young man’s looks and demeanor matched his granddaughter well.

Tidy and clean, tall and well-proportioned, with a calm aura—but those captivating eyes, far too likely to invite trouble.

"Where are you from?" the old doctor asked.

"From around here."

"What’s your occupation?"

"I run businesses, involved in various industries." Keane maintained a humble and composed demeanor, presenting himself gracefully.

The old doctor continued his questioning, determined to find something amiss, "Just now my granddaughter said you’re unwell, stretch out your hand, let me take your pulse."

Upon hearing this.

Claire Prescott quickly interrupted them, changing the subject: "Grandpa, isn’t there anyone looking for you to see a doctor today?"

The old doctor cast a meaningful glance at her.

How could he not understand his granddaughter’s little schemes?

After considering it, he no longer pursued Keane and spoke profoundly, "When you look at a person, you can’t just look at their surface, you need to see to their lowest, if you can’t see their flaws, then there’s no saving it."

While speaking, his gaze didn’t fall on the two of them.

But both understood he was indirectly speaking to his granddaughter.

Afterward, the old doctor clasped his hands behind his back and slowly walked back to his consulting room.

Claire Prescott was already used to his profound manner, but in front of Keane, she couldn’t help feeling a bit nervous, afraid her grandpa might misunderstand something and say something inappropriate.

Earlier, it was fortunate she stopped him in time—if her grandpa saw his pulse pattern, she would die of embarrassment.

Wait...

What was she embarrassed about?

She wasn’t the one sick.

She calmly handed him the medicine and walked out from the counter, seeing him off.

"My grandpa is strict; he’s serious about all my friends, don’t take it to heart." 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Keane smiled, "I can see."

Hearing him say this, Claire Prescott felt a bit uneasy.

Well then.

After all, he was someone who once sided with the old doctor.

"Then... take care on the way, remember to take your medicine when you get back."

"Okay."

Watching him leave, Claire Prescott returned to the apothecary.

Tiger popped up from somewhere, his smile growing sharp, "So quickly bringing your boyfriend to meet the family."

"What boyfriend, don’t talk nonsense."

"I’m serious, you have a good eye for men—broad shoulders, narrow waist, mature and well-shaped, maintaining such perfect body proportions, even working out couldn’t achieve that kind of result."

Hearing him speak so bluntly, Claire deliberately retorted, "You’re observing quite closely, could it be that you’ve taken a fancy to him?"

Tiger was dumbfounded, if his mouth had water, he would have spat it out on the spot.

"No, Sister Claire, can’t you be a little more normal."

"Who’s teasing me then?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the phone Claire Prescott had placed on the counter rang.

The screen displayed "Grandpa", which Tiger saw.

Having worked at Sinclair Apothecary for more than two years, he had never seen any other family members of hers. Suddenly, a grandpa popped up, which naturally piqued curiosity about what her real father did.

Claire Prescott picked up the phone and returned to her consulting room to answer and obediently called out, "Grandpa."

An elderly, amiable voice came through, "Claire, have you had lunch yet?"

"Not yet."

"I called your brother today; he said you’re both coming back tomorrow. Grandpa has already arranged for someone to pick you up at the airport, it’s been so long since I last saw you, Grandpa misses you."

"Grandpa..." She hesitated, faltering for a moment, and made an excuse: "Grandpa, I can’t leave the apothecary right now, I plan to return during my next break."

The old man’s tone turned serious: "Is it because your grandfather won’t let you come back?"

"No, Grandpa wouldn’t interfere with my freedom."

"You’re considerate of your patients, but you don’t care about me and your grandma; your grandma has a headache today and is waiting for you to come back and take a look."

Concerned, Claire asked, "What’s wrong with Grandma? Has she been to see a doctor?"

Immediately, she heard the elderly moaning voice from the other side, sighing and groaning.

Her brows furrowed tightly, "Grandma, what’s wrong?"

"Claire, Grandma’s fine, just hearing your voice makes my headache go away."

Claire’s face turned solemn.

After much internal struggle, she finally made up her mind, "Grandma, I’ll come back with my brother tomorrow. If your headache gets worse, please have the family doctor check on you first."

"Alright, we’ll wait for your return."

...

That night, after dinner, upon hearing she would return to Valoria the next day, Septima Sterling and Elder Sinclair began frantically searching for treasures to stuff into her suitcase.

All kinds of good medicine and homemade food were packed in.

Claire Prescott sat on the stool watching their hunched figures busying around and sighed at the complex interpersonal relationships among adults.

She finally couldn’t bear it and intervened, "Oh, stop packing, it won’t all fit, the Prescott family doesn’t lack these things."

"This medicinal wine, no matter how much money you have, you might not get the genuine one in the market, take it with you tomorrow."

Claire frowned, "Just leave it on the ground for now, we’ll talk tomorrow."

"Will Finn Prescott be coming to pick you up tomorrow?"

"He probably will."

Elder Sinclair frowned, casting a disapproving look at her, "Regardless, family harmony is essential; you’ve grown up now, if you still don’t understand these principles, hurry up and call him."

Claire responded impatiently, "Oh, I’m only going back for a few days, is it necessary to worry so much? If he doesn’t come, I can just take a taxi to the airport myself."

The granddaughter had grown up by their side, and even for a few days, they couldn’t bear to part.

So far away, if she faced grievances, they wouldn’t even know.