Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 67: What Kind of Aunt Are You to Me?

Seeing their family being taken away by the police, the little girl became emotionally violent, her cries growing louder and more intense.

As the child cried, Septima became anxious to the point of confusion, pacing in the yard, and hurriedly went to hold the little girl and comfort her.

This scene was completely captured in Claire Prescott’s eyes.

The old and the young, both distressed beyond words by the situation before them.

If the old doctor finds out that her aunt was taken by the police, the whole family will never find peace.

Claire Prescott furrowed her brows and walked over to them, comforting them: "Grandma, I’ll go to the police station. Don’t worry too much, I’ll bring back news."

Septima thought for a moment, not feeling comfortable with her going alone, looking worried, "I’ll call your uncle, let him handle his own wife."

"No need, Grandma, just take care of the little one. I’ll be back soon."

...

Police station.

Sophia Lowe was brought to an office.

There were three people in the room.

A young police officer.

Another person sat on a black sofa, dressed in a luxurious shirt and trousers, a shadow of gloom over his brow, with a cigarette clamped between his lips. The rising smoke emphasized his eyes, making them appear exceptionally deep and daunting, seemingly not to be trifled with.

A lawyer stood beside him.

The presence of these two seemed grander than the officer seated.

Sophia Lowe felt utterly cold, her blood nearly immobilized.

The room was exceptionally quiet.

Upon learning that the Meteorite Necklace she sold belonged to Mr. Prescott, and it was auctioned for ten million, Sophia nearly fainted.

At this moment, an auxiliary police officer entered and whispered to his colleague, "The junior doctor from Sinclair Apothecary is here; Sophia Lowe is her aunt."

Hearing "junior doctor."

Both subtly glanced at Finn Prescott.

Since Finn entered the police station, they received calls from the higher-ups, instructing them to treat this young master well, especially not to slight the junior doctor from Sinclair Apothecary.

It’s as if someone had foreseen that these people would all appear at the station today.

The relationship among them was indeed perplexing.

Sophia Lowe being the junior doctor’s aunt, thus Finn Prescott and the junior doctor apparently stood on opposite sides.

Avoiding offending either, they could only treat them well, waiting and watching, and intervening at the right moment.

Who knows what the junior doctor’s background is to be so highly regarded by the higher-ups.

The young police officer said to the auxiliary officer, "Invite her in."

...

Once Claire Prescott walked in, she saw the Young Master Prescott sitting on the sofa like a boss, drinking tea.

His gaze shot straight over, somber and cold, as if she owed him something.

Upon hearing that it was Mr. Prescott who reported the case, she had already guessed it was his doing, so she remained calm on her way here.

Seeing her, Sophia Lowe treated her like a lifeline, quickly pushing all blame onto her, her words becoming emotional,

"Officer, my husband’s niece proactively gave me Mr. Prescott’s necklace for emergency use. I didn’t expect she would steal from you. She’s grown up without parental guidance, raised in our home, always causing trouble, and unexpectedly..."

Before she finished, a loud crashing sound pierced the room.

Sophia Lowe trembled violently, her face turning pale like wet paper, staring stunned at Finn Prescott.

His gaze was grim and sharp, as if slicing through her, and the atmosphere felt stormy.

Sophia Lowe was utterly terrified of him, unsure what she said to offend him.

The entire room.

Everyone trembled, watching him.

Only Claire Prescott didn’t take his fury to heart, even feeling he was intentionally intimidating her.

Finn Prescott calmly lifted his eyes to check on his sister, seeing if she was scared.

He wouldn’t believe the woman’s words.

He was surprised that his sister had such unreasonable relatives at the old doctor’s house, bullying her this way.

His mood slowly calmed, his fists slowly relaxing as he frowned at the woman, speaking lowly, "So, you mean my sister gave you my item to use in an emergency?"

The words "my sister" made Sophia Lowe’s eyes bulge like saucers, staring incredulously at Finn Prescott and Claire Prescott.

They’re siblings???

She never heard Claire Prescott had a brother; where did this brother suddenly come from?

So, what’s happening now?

Unfamiliar with Finn Prescott’s ways, Sophia Lowe didn’t dare to provoke him, quickly ingratiating herself: "I misspoke earlier, we’re all family. You are Claire’s brother, you should also call me aunt, why report your aunt here."

Finishing her words, she reached out to grasp his hand warmly.

Finn Prescott frowned in disgust, swiftly withdrawing his hand, saying word by word, "How exactly are you my aunt?"

Sophia Lowe’s voice instantly choked, her face collapsed and eyes darkened, looking at him in confusion.

What’s going on? She couldn’t understand.

But she knew she was brought here by the siblings.

The necklace initially sold for three hundred thousand.

Now its value skyrocketed to millions; if the siblings pursued, even rotting in jail, she might not be able to repay it.

Thinking of this, she felt extremely aggrieved, tears falling like a deluge, sobbing, "Sending your own aunt to the police station, if neighbors find out, you siblings will be drowned in everyone’s spit."

The young officer quickly pieced the situation together, understanding the higher-ups’ intent.

Everything started because Sophia Lowe stole family possessions.

How this farce ends depends entirely on the junior doctor’s will.

Ultimately.

The young officer impatiently frowned, sternly asking the still crying Sophia Lowe, "Confess properly, where exactly did you get this necklace?"

Sophia Lowe was instantly frightened, her cuffed hands curling towards her chest, stubbornly refusing to speak the truth.

But she couldn’t withstand the officer’s imposing presence.

She cried while pleading with Claire Prescott, "Claire, please tell them, didn’t you give me the necklace willingly for an emergency? Auntie begs you."

Being a doctor, she surely has a kind heart like the old doctor.

Grasping at straws, she frantically showed her weakness to Claire.

But Claire Prescott remained unfazed, looking at her indifferently, "Aunt, you didn’t say that earlier. You said I was unguided and stole the necklace."

A cold gleam shone in her eyes, subtly revealing an intimidating aura.

"No... no, the old doctor taught you well; you certainly wouldn’t let your aunt go to jail, right?"