Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 59: Confrontation

After exchanging pleasantries with Tiger for a while, Claire Prescott turned her head and returned to her office, yawning continuously.

She reached for her phone, opened WeChat, and immediately saw a message from Finn Prescott: [The Lancaster family invited us to visit them this weekend]

Without a second thought, Claire Prescott replied: [Not going]

The response came quickly from the other side: [Please give some face, it’s mutual courtesy]

[I don’t want to have any dealings with their family...] Before finishing editing, Claire deleted this sentence and replied: [Not going]

Afterwards, she exited WeChat.

After a bout of contemplation, as if making up her mind, she dialed her uncle’s phone number.

...

After work that day, she saw her aunt sitting in the courtyard, teasing a child with a rattle drum, her bread coin jar placed on the table.

Seeing her return, her aunt greeted her with a fake smile: "Claire, you’re back from work."

As if nothing had happened.

She immediately adopted a host-like demeanor, "Come, sit down. It’s been a while since we last met. Let’s have a chat."

Claire Prescott sat down, silently watching her.

"You weren’t home a few days ago, so I and Little Girl stayed here for a few days. Today your uncle called me to check if Little Girl took anything of yours thinking it was a toy. I checked and indeed found an unfamiliar toy. I didn’t notice when packing. I brought it back for you now. If there’s anything, just tell me. We’re family, don’t treat your aunt as an outsider."

Seeing her not blushing or skipping a beat after doing something wrong, even blaming the child, perhaps she had already prepared a neat excuse before coming back.

Claire’s brow furrowed, unwilling to let her have her way, as she touched the broken spot on the coin jar, and asked, "Was this also accidentally bumped by Little Girl?"

"Just a minor ding, no big deal."

At this point, Little Girl spoke from her heart: "It wasn’t me, I didn’t."

The atmosphere became awkward instantly.

Claire really didn’t want to drag a three-year-old child into this, so her eyes softened, and she gently extended her hands, "Little Girl, come here, let auntie give you a hug."

Seeing the unfamiliar face, Little Girl hesitated at first, but then cautiously walked over to her.

Claire directly carried the child into the house, coaxed her for a while, and let her sit on the carpet to play with Little Seven.

After getting her settled, she returned to the courtyard to talk quietly with her aunt, straight to the point: "Auntie, I had a necklace under the pillow, did you see it?"

Her aunt’s face changed, starting to feign ignorance: "What necklace? I didn’t see anything."

"I don’t want to make this a big deal. My coin jar is quite heavy, Little Girl can’t move or carry it out of my room, so don’t blame it on her. As long as you return the necklace to me, I can pretend nothing happened."

Claire had already given her a way out, making the biggest concession.

The tense atmosphere lingered for a long time.

The standoff between the two seemed unbreakable until her aunt appeared to relent, admitting: "I sold the necklace to a pawn shop. It’s not redeemable; when I asked today, they said it had already been auctioned off."

Claire’s face turned pale: "What did you say?"

Seeing her anger, her aunt dismissed her with a sneer, "It’s just a necklace, consider it repayment for all those years you were provided for at Sinclair Apothecary."

Claire restrained herself, clenching her fists, and calmly asked, "May I ask, did you provide for me? Why should I repay you?"

"Your uncle has a share in Sinclair Apothecary. You’ve been living there for so long, the food and expenses all come from your uncle’s family. The old man and woman gave you everything."

Brought up to this point, Claire saw her clearly for what she was.

This wasn’t kinship; it was sheer greed.

Claire stared solemnly at her: "Grandpa and Grandma earned their money, and it’s theirs to decide what to do with it. They can give it to whoever they want, spend it however they wish. No one, not even their son, can dictate them, and I will never allow anyone to scheme for their money."

"You have no right..."

Claire cut her off: "Acquiring others’ property without permission is theft, even if it’s within the family. Even the least civilized person knows theft is against the law, and with substantial amounts, it’s a crime punishable with prison. You’ve pilfered herbs from the medical hall before. Grandpa overlooked it because he treated you like family. Now you’ve extended your hand towards me, thinking I’m easy to push around, not even apologizing for your wrongdoing and justifying theft!"

Her aunt was so infuriated she couldn’t utter a word, glaring at her with particularly malicious eyes.

Claire felt no fear, "I won’t pursue the amount you pawned the necklace for, I just want my necklace back."

"I told you, your necklace can’t be redeemed from the pawn shop, it’s just a missing necklace. You’re so wealthy, why be so petty, quibbling with family?"

Trying to speak reasonably, Claire almost lost her temper, feeling that unrelieved pressure rise within her chest.

"Since it can’t be retrieved, then return the money you got from pawning it to me."

"I don’t have it."

"Then I’ll ask Uncle for it." With that, Claire pulled out her phone, paused the recording, and was about to find her uncle’s number.

Her aunt immediately panicked, shouting angrily, "Claire Prescott, are you crazy? If you keep making trouble, get out of this house!"

Just then, Septima Sterling emerged from the kitchen holding a dish, her heart sinking.

She gathered her thoughts and quickly tried to mediate, "Let’s all calm down, why get angry?"

Meanwhile, Elder Sinclair also returned from Sinclair Apothecary.

He sensed something was amiss.

Elder Sinclair scrutinized the people, his tone stern, "What’s going on?"

Claire forced herself to swallow her anger, replying with a forced smile, "Nothing, I was just joking with Auntie."

With that, she went back to her room with the coin jar.

...

Dinner was at one table, and the dining atmosphere was especially tense.

Her aunt was feeding Little Girl while saying, "I’ll stay at home tonight, and in a few days, her uncle and others will come back too. Tomorrow I’ll help tidy the house."

The old doctor snorted, "Came back to mooch because their business failed."

"You can’t say that. Her uncle has supported the family plenty in the past, buying expensive things to show his filial respect, now...."

Before finishing, Claire forcefully placed down her bowl and chopsticks, coldly staring at the person sitting opposite her, "I’m full."

However, just as she stood up,

The old doctor snapped at her, "Sit down!"

The old doctor continued, "Finish your meal."