Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 35 - 34: Stubborn to the Bone—It’s Him or Me
The next morning, Finn Prescott brought his assistant to pick them up.
It was because last night, Elder Sinclair secretly called him, asking him to come early so they wouldn’t have to wait long.
Luggage was loaded into the car piece by piece, and once everything was in place, the old herbalist pulled Finn aside to instruct him: "You know Claire Prescott’s personality; she is stubborn, and her heart isn’t settled, but she’s a kind child. When you return to Valoria, please help us look after her a bit."
The faint sunlight fell on his graying hair, with his aging eyes filled with worry for his granddaughter.
Finn reassured him: "Claire is my sister, I’ll take good care of her, you don’t need to worry."
However, turning around, he saw his sister had chosen the front passenger seat and sat down.
It’s clear she wanted to avoid communication with him and resisted sitting in the back with him.
"Then we’ll be off, please take good care of yourselves," Finn politely bid farewell and sat in the back seat.
From his position, he could only see the hem of her dress.
As expected, she didn’t say a word throughout the journey.
After boarding the plane, even though their seats were adjacent, his sister either pretended to sleep or looked out the window.
Finn ordered some snacks she liked and placed them on her table, then quietly opened his laptop to work.
In the midst of focusing, he heard her ask: "Has Grandma not been well these years?"
Finn glanced at her cold profile and asked in confusion: "What’s wrong with Grandma?"
Her response was silence.
Patiently, he said to her: "I’ve been in England these years and only returned recently; no one at home mentioned Grandma being unwell. When I was home, Grandma seemed quite spirited."
Claire asked calmly: "Will Dad be home today?"
"Dad doesn’t live at home now; he only returns for important matters. If he’s not on a business trip, he’s usually at the company."
When he finished speaking, serenity enveloped them.
Her smooth, pale face was as silent as poetry.
Though she had hidden her emotions, he could easily see through her, for instance, when she feels nervous or insecure, she likes to pinch the edge of her skirt.
This habit has never changed from childhood to adulthood.
After her mother passed, and he entered the Prescott Family, she made a fuss every day, each day enduring her father’s beatings.
One night, he secretly sneaked into her room to apply medicine for her.
The tiny figure curled up in the quilt, like a hedgehog whose spikes had been plucked one by one, disciplined to submission, covered in whip marks.
In a fever, she still murmured not to hit her, wanting her mom to come back.
It was the most vulnerable he’d seen her, pitiable enough to break one’s heart.
Later, her grandfather took her away, and the family disputes gradually eased.
Therefore, he clearly knew she was afraid of her father; it was said that before she left home last time, she had a conflict with him.
...
It only took three hours to cross from Kythara Alley to the bustling and dazzling city of Valoria.
After disembarking from the plane, indeed, people were dispatched to pick them up; four cars followed without allowing anyone to cut in, driving straight to the luxurious French villa in the city west.
Back when his father married, the family was divided; this place was precisely where their grandparents lived.
After arriving home.
Claire Prescott entered the house with the welcoming of the servants and housekeeper.
In the spacious living room, two elegantly dressed elderly people quietly sat on the sofa, one reading a newspaper, the other wearing presbyopic glasses threading beads.
Upon hearing the sound of footsteps approaching, they simultaneously looked towards the door.
Seeing their granddaughter’s figure, the elderly lady immediately showed a smile, joyfully greeting her, "Claire, my granddaughter has finally returned."
Claire obediently greeted them.
Supporting the elderly lady, she asked with concern: "Grandma, is your head still hurting? Have you seen a doctor?"
The elderly lady shook her head, "No problem, it doesn’t hurt anymore. It’s already past one, let’s have lunch first."
Knowing they would return, she had earlier instructed the household servants to prepare a lavish meal.
The four sat at the table together, with the focus on Claire Prescott, discussing some everyday trivial matters; since they hadn’t seen each other for so long, they were particularly chatty.
The elderly lady looked well, vibrant and lively, making Claire seriously doubt whether she had feigned illness to deceive her yesterday.
Yet, she didn’t expose it.
The old man had an earnest demeanor while eating, occasionally following with a smile.
When the air quieted down, he suddenly asked Finn Prescott: "Does your father know Claire has returned?"
Finn responded: "I haven’t had the chance to tell him."
The old man frowned, speaking in a deep voice: "You’re her elder brother, bringing your sister home, how come you didn’t say anything to the family."
Finn had no words.
An invisible pressure permeated the air; apart from his sister, the old man was aloof and solemn towards everyone else, something Finn had long grown accustomed to.
The old man then asked: "Is your sister’s room cleaned up?"
"Her room is cleaned every day."
"In the next couple of days, find some time to take your sister out, buy some clothes and jewelry, anywhere is fine."
Finn glanced at his sister’s expression, responding: "Okay."
Claire Prescott quickly followed: "Brother is busy with work; I’d rather stay at home with you."
Finn: "I do have time to spend with my sister."
Everyone in the Prescott Family knew about their relationship.
Once upon a time, little Claire Prescott stood at the door hysterically shouting, "In this house, if he is here, I won’t be!"
A small child, full of stubborn bones, rebellious to the point of nearly turning the Prescott Family upside down.
Until now, though their relationship had somewhat improved, her eyes, more or less, still wouldn’t accommodate Finn Prescott. However, now that she’s grown up, she pretends in front of the family, calling him brother a few times.
Nevertheless, Finn had always genuinely cared for his sister ever since they were young, saving them a lot of trouble.
...
After lunch, Claire Prescott sat in the backyard checking the pulse of her grandparents, followed by the entire household staff lining up for her to check their pulses.
Those who had been with the Prescott Family for long knew she had studied medicine under the old herbalist from a young age, letting her check their pulses was akin to having a medical examination.
"Miss, your medical skills are so good, do many people line up for an appointment with you in Kystral?"
"Not many people."
After Finn finished his business upstairs, he came down and saw the scene with the servants surrounding her. It seemed she was popular wherever she went.
The elderly lady noticed him first, waving him over to sit in front of Claire Prescott, "Claire, check your brother too."
Claire’s eyes darkened a bit, reluctantly placing three fingers on his pulse, serenely concentrating.
The surrounding servants wisely dispersed, tending to their duties.
"It’s time to quit smoking," Claire said blandly.
"Less late nights; ideally sleep before eleven at night."
"Also, drink less alcohol."
"Under significant pressure, full of concerns."
She pointed out a plethora of ailments, yet each accurately addressed.
The elderly lady, upon hearing this, looked worried, "How should this be remedied then?"
Claire furrowed her brows: "The mind commands clarity, smoking and drinking only temporarily numb the nerves; such acts are harmful. Some illnesses aren’t curable by medicine."
Finally, Claire released his hand and wrote a prescription on paper.
