Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 69: Can’t Stand to See Her Work So Hard
The Kystral Grand Hotel.
A private room with excellent privacy, the table is laid out with various exquisite afternoon teas, yet the entire room only has three people.
It’s Keane Lowell, Assistant Cheney, and the auction house’s spokesperson, Old Mr. Thorne, discussing the matter of that Meteorite Necklace.
The Thorne Family is well-established; this Old Mr. Thorne has handed over the business to his descendants, leaving only the auction house as his plaything.
Assistant Cheney clearly expressed the boss’s intentions, asking Old Mr. Thorne not to sue Finn Prescott, and to return the million via reconciliation, with the invoice amount, storage fee, transportation fee, reasonable auction expenses, and commissions all covered by the boss alone.
Old Mr. Thorne looked puzzled, not understanding how the whole matter became connected to Keane Lowell.
In fact, when he received Finn Prescott’s lawyer’s letter at noon, he had already sent someone to investigate the matter.
Knowing it was the customer service script that left a handle, he was not worried; whether they fought or not, they wouldn’t have any loss, only a matter of interest.
Just when he was thinking about how to resolve the matter, Assistant Cheney made a call, hence the current scene.
He took a sip of tea and looked up at Keane Lowell sitting opposite.
A young man in a suit, legs crossed, his aura consistently cool and calm, subtly exuding a faint intimidation, except the wound on his lip seemed a bit abrupt on his cool persona.
Gradually, Old Mr. Thorne understood somewhat and lightly said with a smile, "This doesn’t seem like your style. It’s just a trivial matter, why do you have to come personally?"
Keane Lowell’s steady voice: "Being personally involved is a bit more reassuring."
"What? Still worried that I won’t appreciate your position? Assistant Cheney has been with you for so long; when he speaks, it’s as if you are speaking. Who would dare trip him up?"
Keane Lowell got back to the topic: "Regarding the Meteorite Necklace matter, what is Old Mr. Thorne’s opinion?"
As soon as these words came out, Old Mr. Thorne had no thoughts of joking anymore.
Looking like that, there’s not the slightest bit of asking for a favor, rather everything seemed under his control.
"Since you’ve already asked me, I won’t waste my energy, let’s settle this through reconciliation."
Speaking.
Old Mr. Thorne shifted the topic elsewhere: "My granddaughter dropped out of school and returned home for you, heard she followed you all night and didn’t come back, then locked herself in the room, no one could persuade her."
Keane Lowell said calmly: "A normal heartbreak reaction, I already have someone; no need for Old Mr. Thorne to mention your granddaughter to me."
One sentence instantly left Old Mr. Thorne at a loss for words.
He speaks every sentence pointedly yet appropriately, leaving no room for continuation.
Just as Old Mr. Thorne was about to speak.
Keane Lowell uncrossed his long legs, excused himself: "Won’t delay you, I have something else, I’ll be going."
Assistant Cheney quickly followed.
Back in the car, he still could not understand the boss’s actions.
Finn Prescott might not lose this lawsuit, even if he did, it would be Finn’s issue; besides, this loss isn’t much for Finn, why would the boss help him?
Is it because of emotional attachment?
Unable to resist asking: "President Lowell, why did you help Finn Prescott?"
What responded was silence.
Recognizing he should stay quiet, he started the engine and drove.
Back seat.
Keane Lowell closed his eyes to rest.
Why help?
If this lawsuit starts, the one who worries will only be her.
He just can’t bear seeing the young lady work so hard at her job and still be burdened by these family issues.
Finn Prescott’s mind can’t achieve greatness.
No wonder years passed and he still hasn’t resolved the estrangement with his sister.
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Sinclair Apothecary.
Tiger knocked and walked into Claire Prescott’s clinic room, concernedly asked, "Sister Claire, is everything alright at home?"
Claire Prescott shook her head, "It’s fine, everything has been handled, the patients weren’t scared today, right?"
Tiger leaned against her desk, relaxed: "It’s inevitable some were scared, but once they knew the police weren’t looking for you and the old Chinese doctor, they felt relieved."
Practicing medicine is a big deal; they being a civilian clinic, any official personnel coming in would cause some panic.
Claire Prescott stood up to stretch, from the corner mini-fridge took out a yogurt to drink, and gave Tiger a cup.
Tiger pushed back, kindly declining, "If Elder Sinclair finds you drinking cold stuff, he might take away this fridge you hid here."
The old Chinese doctor forbids her from drinking cold things, so she can only sneak them like this, "Hidden for so long and still not found, I’m not afraid."
Tiger advised: "Sister Claire, although you’re a Chinese doctor, working is tiring enough, take care of yourself, don’t defy nature."
"Relax completely, I know my body well." She calmly said, her face glowing white, appearing pure under the light.
However.
It’s clear she doesn’t seem as relaxed as she appears.
Everyone in the clinic knows, when the young Chinese doctor at Sinclair Apothecary is unhappy or has concerns, she likes drinking cold things.
They ease her mood.
Thinking she felt pressured because of the police this morning, Tiger sincerely said: "Sister Claire, no matter what happens to Sinclair Apothecary in the future, I’ll stand with you through thick and thin."
Claire Prescott was amused by this, "It’s not that serious, don’t overthink."
"It’s genuine sentiment, I’m stating my determination." His tone especially sincere, not flattering words.
Back then, his mother fell seriously ill, the hospital issued a critical notice, the Western medicines prescribed they couldn’t afford even if they sold everything; if not for Sister Claire and Elder Sinclair consulting various medical books, painstaking efforts, his mother would have been gone long ago.
Unfortunately, Sinclair Apothecary is only famous in this old alley, despite neighbors often recommending and spreading, the reputation occasionally reaches out, but compared to those renowned brands, top hospitals, this place is still too inconspicuous.
He continued: "Sometimes I wish the whole world knew how good you and Elder Sinclair are, how skilled your medical practice, truly benevolent healers."
Claire Prescott was unimpressed, clearly responded: "If Elder Sinclair heard this, he’d laugh behind the door. Benevolent healer is rightfully Elder Sinclair, but I’m not a good person."
Saying this, she laughed modestly.
Tiger shook his head, still serious: "I’m speaking truth, things big hospitals, countless Chinese clinics won’t do, we do; not only Elder Sinclair, Sister Claire, you might not notice, sometimes you’re a blunt but kind-hearted person."
After all these praises.
Claire Prescott saw through his intent.
Probably noticed her uneasiness, finding ways to say genuine nice things to cheer her up.
She sipped some yogurt, unsure how to respond, so issued a polite dismissal, saying: "Alright, go ahead and get busy, I really am fine, the clinic is fine, no need to worry."
