Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 66: Don’t Scare My People

Raising her eyes, she met his intense gaze.

She calmly capped her lipstick and advised, "Avoid licking or biting the wound, and don’t eat spicy, hot, or sour foods at lunch."

As she spoke, her tone involuntarily softened a bit, with a hint of tenderness.

"Feeling guilty?" he asked gently.

"No," Claire Prescott denied.

Keane Lowell wrapped an arm around her waist and asked in a low voice, "Before the wound heals, is it alright if I can’t kiss you?"

Hearing this, Claire paused for a moment.

The man dressed in a white shirt looked cool and ascetic, his face detached from the world, speaking with no hint of desire, as if being tender with her.

But at this moment, she wasn’t buying it, "You know that without asking."

She broke free from his embrace, sat back in the passenger seat, and quietly packed all the medicines into the box.

Keane didn’t say anything more.

After she was settled, he finally started the engine and drove towards Sinclair Apothecary.

...

When they got home, the old Chinese doctor and others had already finished breakfast and went about their own business.

At that time, her aunt was sitting in the courtyard. Claire Prescott, in front of her and without hesitation, took the piggy bank and walked past her, all the way out the side door.

There was no need to see her aunt’s expression to know how dark and cloudy it was.

Faintly, she heard her aunt muttering something, though she didn’t know what was said, it was nothing good for sure.

However, she didn’t care.

Once outside, she handed the piggy bank to Keane, "I’ll leave my piggy bank in your care."

Keane took it and commented, "It’s quite heavy."

"It’s all my savings."

Keane smiled faintly, "You trust me that much?"

Claire nodded, "Of course."

After speaking, her gaze inevitably landed on his lips again.

Pausing for a moment, she glanced around at the passing pedestrians, then tiptoed to quickly kiss him on the cheek, looking at him with a smiling face, "If you can’t kiss me, I can kiss you."

Her tone rose, melodious and pleasant, her eyes especially bright and captivating, like the layers of warm sunlight illuminating every corner of the heart.

Unintentionally tugging at heartstrings, making it hard to resist.

Keane looked at her with indulgence, "Couldn’t be better."

"Then I’m off to work."

His tone instinctively gentle, "Go ahead."

The young girl turned around without any reluctance, leaving with light steps, her figure gradually disappearing from his view.

...

Keane returned to the company.

The bread-shaped piggy bank sat next to his desk, looking out of place amid the dark-toned office, so much so that Assistant Cheney noticed it immediately upon entering.

The boss was busy signing documents.

As he looked up, Assistant Cheney hesitated, then diverted his gaze from the suggestive wound on the boss’s lips.

No need to guess who bit him, who else dared, it was obvious.

The boss was famously averse to women, only the little Chinese doctor from Sinclair Apothecary could get close to him.

Assistant Cheney handed over a stack of documents, speaking cautiously, "President Lowell, the police called just now, saying Finn Prescott has reported an incident."

The boss had anticipated this.

But he only gave a calm instruction, "Tell them to treat it well, don’t scare my people."

Being a close confidant, Assistant Cheney immediately understood what he meant.

Since Finn Prescott had filed a report, the little Chinese doctor from Sinclair Apothecary would definitely take action.

From start to finish, the boss only wanted to protect the little doctor.

Seeing the wound on his lip, Assistant Cheney couldn’t help but ask, "Will you still attend tonight’s banquet?"

"Cancel it."

Two words, concise and straightforward, as usual indifferent and reticent.

After responding, Assistant Cheney went on with his tasks.

...

Meanwhile, at Sinclair Apothecary.

Claire Prescott was seeing a patient when Tiger hurried in and whispered in her ear, "The police are here, looking for someone named Sophia Lowe."

Sophia Lowe was, in fact, her aunt’s name.

Faintly, she could guess why the officials had come.

She calmly handled it, "Ask them to wait for a moment, and transfer my morning patients to the old doctor."

"Okay."

After checking the pulse, she leisurely wrote a prescription for the patient, gave some instructions, then closed the door and left the consultation room.

Two uniformed police officers were waiting at the counter, and upon seeing her, their solemn expressions turned a bit friendlier.

She took the initiative to ask, "Hello, Sophia Lowe is my aunt, may we speak privately?"

The two nodded.

Claire Prescott led them into the backyard.

The waiting patients who saw this scene began whispering among themselves, worried that there might be a problem at the apothecary.

Some even hesitated to continue their consultations.

But she believed Tiger could handle this small matter well.

She had no idea who reported it to the police.

At that moment, her aunt was in the courtyard taking care of the little girl. Upon seeing her with the police, she stood up abruptly, her face turning ashen, cold sweat forming on her back.

She shot Claire Prescott a cold glance, her eyes filled with warning, "Why did you bring the police here?"

Claire ignored her question and calmly said to the two officers, "This is my aunt."

The two officers showed their identification to her and asked sternly, "Are you Sophia Lowe?"

Sophia Lowe nodded stiffly, answering, "Yes."

"We’ve received a report from Mr. Prescott. You are now suspected of a major theft, please come with us to the station."

Upon hearing this, Sophia Lowe turned pale with shock, trembling uncontrollably, and stammered, "Officers, there must be some mistake, I didn’t steal anything, I wouldn’t dare do anything illegal."

Suddenly realizing something, Sophia Lowe’s eyes fell on Claire Prescott, questioning, "Was it you who reported it?"

"It wasn’t me," Claire said calmly.

"It has to be you!" Sophia Lowe cried out, her face contorting with anger, tears almost streaming out from frustration.

Her sudden outburst terrified the little girl, making her cry loudly.

Septima Sterling heard the child’s cries and rushed out from the kitchen.

Seeing the police handcuffing her daughter-in-law’s wrist, Septima Sterling went pale with fear, urgently asking, "Officers, what crime has my daughter-in-law committed?"

"She’s suspected of a major theft."

"Theft... how could that be... Officers, this must be a misunderstanding, no matter how bold my daughter-in-law is, she wouldn’t do such a thing."

"Whether it’s theft or not, you’ll know after a trip to the station." The police officer said no more, escorting her away.

However.

Seeing them heading towards Sinclair Apothecary, Claire Prescott hastily called out, "Please wait, there are many patients at Sinclair Apothecary. If they accidentally bump into anyone, it could cause trouble. Please exit through the side door."

"..."

The two officials hesitated slightly.

Claire Prescott hurried forward to guide them, but this only deepened Sophia Lowe’s resentment towards her, glaring at her fiercely.

At this moment, she was anxious and couldn’t speak a word, fearing she might say something she shouldn’t in front of the police and get convicted.