Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 36 - 35: Miss Prescott, We Meet Again

The night was thick, with prosperity everywhere.

On the precious land of Sycamore Central Road, a whole street belonged to the Prescott Family.

The Rolls-Royce slowly cruised by, and behind the wheel, Finn Prescott’s hand rested on the steering wheel, casting a glance at the person in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

At this moment.

His sister was leaning back, quietly asleep, as if the bustling world outside the window had nothing to do with her.

Having grown up in the old alleys of Kystral, she probably didn’t know the specifics of the family’s assets, or in other words, she wasn’t interested, being entirely devoted to traditional medicine.

The grandmother, hoping they would have more chances to connect, made sure after dinner that he would bring his sister back home.

Such efforts may not prove effective; after so many years, their relationship was not something that could be eased quickly.

Finn snapped back to reality, lowered the air conditioning temperature a bit, and passed the intersection ahead...

Once home, Claire Prescott naturally awakened, her sleepy eyes confusedly observing the pitch-black surroundings.

"Awake?"

The sudden voice from the front seat startled her.

She silently unfastened her seatbelt and got out of the car, entering the villa ahead of him.

The house was spotless yet cold and empty; even though the furniture and layout hadn’t changed much, it still felt unfamiliar to her.

She went straight upstairs to her bedroom, walked towards the balcony, and gazed at the entire night sky.

The moon was hidden, and the stars were pitifully few; the sky was so deep and heavy that it felt suffocating, with a grave voice flashing through her mind:

"If you don’t follow my arrangements, don’t come back to this house."

Claire frowned slightly.

At this moment.

Septima Sterling called, asking if she had arrived home, still sounding worried.

She had been away for less than a day and already wanted to return to Kystral.

Sitting alone on the dim balcony for a long time, ultimately, she couldn’t hold it, grabbed some clothes randomly from the cloakroom, and headed downstairs with them.

"Where are you going?" Finn called to her from downstairs.

Seeing that she ignored him, Finn frowned and followed her, only to watch her take a car key, retrieve a car from the garage, and leave the house.

...

Claire Prescott slept at a nearby hotel, resting peacefully outside that house.

However, early the next morning, she was disturbed awake by a phone call.

A call from her father.

The tone on the other end was icy to the extreme, and she was on edge all the way back.

The atmosphere in the living room was extremely oppressive; her father was sitting on the sofa, his face unchanged, giving off a cold and indifferent vibe, as if any mistake would invoke his wrath.

Not seen for two or three years, he seemed to have aged a bit, but his figure was still well-maintained.

Sometimes she didn’t understand why, being so stern and intimidating, he still attracted so many admirers.

She pinched the hem of her skirt and walked towards him, greeting him with, "Dad."

"Going out to sleep elsewhere in the dead of night, is that appropriate?" Jericho Prescott’s voice was calm, the rebuke not very apparent, seemingly an attempt to soften the relationship between them.

Claire said nothing.

The air instantly turned quiet, so silent that a pin drop could be heard, as though a chasm existed between father and daughter.

Jericho’s thick eyebrows furrowed, "Sit down, let’s talk about your life in Kystral."

Claire replied in a calm voice, "Nothing special happened to me in Kystral."

"Then talk about the patients you’ve encountered while working at Sinclair Apothecary this past year, or the friends you’ve made, even what meals you eat daily."

"..."

In essence, he just wanted her to talk, any mundane detail would do.

Claire glanced at Finn.

On the L-shaped leather sofa, the two of them occupied one side each; wherever she sat, she wasn’t pleased, so she eventually moved a stool in front of her father, with a coffee table dividing them.

She thought for a moment, talking about the pet she gave to Septima, sharing how it was protective, and then about how Septima made a wig for it shaped like a pot lid.

"Little Seven was always a vain bird; perhaps it felt the wig embarrassed it in front of the entire bird community, so whenever it misbehaved, we’d use that wig to scare it."

Her voice was light, her tone lackluster.

Yet, Jericho’s face gradually warmed, looking at his daughter with a bit more affection, "Do you have any photos? Let me see."

Claire opened the video and handed him the phone.

In the video, Septima was holding a turquoise parrot, the camera zoomed in, clearly showing the gray pot lid covering its eyes, making it look both cute and stylish.

Jericho chuckled, "This look is quite trendy."

Claire thought he wasn’t interested in such things.

But he looked nothing but approachable, like a loving father, which made her feel uncomfortable, and she recalled the harsh words when she left home:

If she didn’t follow his arrangements, she couldn’t come back here...

Jericho returned the phone to her and shifted the conversation, "Dad has a business friend in Kystral, surname Lancaster; their eldest son Ethan Lancaster, I heard you know him."

Ethan Lancaster...

Claire furrowed her brows slightly, replying calmly, "We’ve met a few times, not close."

"A few days ago, their family came to Valoria. In the afternoon, go with your brother and show some local hospitality."

Hearing this.

Claire’s expression turned sharp, calmly glancing at the two of them.

After a pause.

She responded lightly, "Alright."

...

After a lunch break, the siblings set off.

On the way, Finn asked her, "When did you meet Ethan Lancaster?"

"Not close."

It was somewhat of a non-answer.

In the Kystral social circle, Finn had some understanding, even knowing the places she and her friends often visited.

What surprised him was that people like Ethan Lancaster and Keane Lowell, unrelated to her by a long shot, were showing interest in his sister.

He speculated, asking, "Did he come to see you as a doctor?"

"No."

Seeing her barely responding, skimping on words, Finn was at a loss, turning his attention back from the rearview mirror.

The meeting point was the largest golf club in Valoria.

Upon arrival, they found Ethan Lancaster already waiting under the eaves for them.

After a courteous exchange between the two men.

Ethan promptly turned his gaze to Claire Prescott, "Miss Prescott, nice to see you again."

Claire slightly nodded to him, then sat down with them.

Seeing him as composed and gentlemanly as ever, that gaze still gave her a slight sense of oppression, prompting her to resist direct interaction with him.

Judging by the situation, perhaps he had long known she truly came from the Prescott Family in Valoria; had he always known her identity?

All the snacks on the table silently shifted towards her, one brother she didn’t want to talk to, and a man she had rejected before.

Sitting with them felt suffocating.

She suddenly stood up and told them, "You two chat, I’m going to play golf."

Finn immediately fetched her a sports outfit and Mosquito Repellent Dew.

Once she left, Finn pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, his long eyes like ink, suppressing an unspeakable emotion.

Ethan then asked, "Are you having a falling-out with your sister?"

"It’s been like this since we were kids." Finn’s tone carried a hint of helplessness, "Her temper, not everyone can handle it."