Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 79: Turning Against Each Other

Out of politeness, she took the initiative to call him: "Uncle."

But, there was no further conversation.

Her uncle had come specifically to find her, he must have something to say, yet she was not keen on being too friendly.

He even glanced behind the door, confirmed no one was there, and quietly closed the door before walking over to her, seemingly more at ease.

Acting stealthily, there’s surely mischief afoot.

Claire Prescott looked at him calmly, her pure white face like a painting, silently exuding a cold and tranquil aura.

"The last time I saw you, you were just a little child. I didn’t expect you to grow up so fast." Her uncle spoke familiarly, seeming to intentionally cozy up to her.

Claire didn’t want to indulge him, "Please just say what you came for."

Seeing that she wasn’t buying into it, he directly said, "Uncle’s company broke its capital chain last month and fell into bankruptcy crisis. I’ve mortgaged all my assets, but it’s still not enough to settle the debts. I need to trouble you for help."

Perhaps standing on the grounds of being an elder, asking her for help felt like a matter of course, his tone was particularly relaxed.

Claire asked, "How does uncle want me to help?"

"Lend me some money. As soon as I get through this crisis, I’ll pay it back to you right away."

"Can throwing money at it solve your company’s crisis?"

"Yes." He didn’t elaborate further, probably thinking she wouldn’t understand because of her medical background.

However, she was not so easily brushed off in matters of lending money, so she asked, "How much does uncle need now?"

"Fifty million."

Claire felt a bit incredulous, "Uncle has mortgaged all his assets, and still needs this fifty million?"

"Aside from paying off the debts, restarting the project requires funds. I can’t just watch the company I’ve worked so hard on for years go bankrupt." His words were earnest and eager.

But truth be told, she was not quite sure what kind of person her uncle really was, only heard some gossip from the elders.

Things like aggressive, cowardly, mercenary...

In short, they were not very nice words.

She remembered as a child, her mother worried herself sick over him, every time after a phone call with her uncle, she would look depressed.

Now it seemed she could understand her mother’s feelings back then.

That was the difficulty of interpersonal matters.

Surely her uncle had set his sights on her; even if she didn’t have fifty million, she had the Prescott Family backing her. As long as she asked, her family would surely give it to her, which is why he came to her.

Hence, facing such a big crisis at the company, there were no extreme actions, unlike other bosses who would make a fuss about wanting to jump off a building, simply because he still had the Prescott Family as a fallback.

After thinking it over, Claire casually flicked the matter aside and said to him, "Uncle, fifty million is not a small amount. I don’t have that much money. If you want to borrow money, you can directly discuss it with my dad and grandpa. I don’t understand business matters; maybe they can give you some advice."

It was visibly obvious.

As soon as she mentioned her dad and grandpa, her uncle’s face froze slightly, seeming to be at a stalemate with her.

She felt no psychological burden.

Firstly, she was not close, nor familiar, with her uncle—almost like half a stranger.

Moreover, this fifty million could buy dozens of Sinclair Apothecaries.

Even if she did have spare money, she wouldn’t want to lend it to him.

However, it seemed money was the only solution to truly settle her uncle and his family’s peace.

But unexpectedly, her uncle swiftly turned the tables and asked, "How much money do you have now, lend as much as you can, I’ll find other ways for the rest."

"I only earn four thousand each month, nearly spending it all." She spoke steadily, stating the truth indeed.

Fortunately, she had taken her savings piggy bank to Keane for safekeeping, so no one could track how much money was inside.

Her uncle completely lost his composure, bluntly targeting her pocket money: "Doesn’t the Prescott Family give you pocket money every month? The last time you returned from Valoria, they gave you a lot of gold and silver jewelry, right, your piggy bank..."

"It was stolen; I’ve told you about it before."

Claire interrupted him, her tone casual.

This left him speechless.

Back when her aunt stole her piggy bank, the call to him indeed mentioned her piggy bank being stolen, but only implicitly fingered the aunt without directly stating she was the thief.

Perhaps at that time, they obediently returned her piggy bank because they didn’t want the matter to escalate.

Yet.

They have never apologized, repeatedly telling her she was at others’ mercy.

They behaved excessively, yet still had the audacity to ask her for help.

But now, refusing them, she didn’t need to carry any emotional burden, she could speak as she pleased.

Her uncle stayed silent, eyes sharp and angry.

She was not intimidated by him.

Since he chose to speak behind closed doors, he surely didn’t want to make a commotion, nothing to fear.

He clenched his fists tightly and said gloomily, "If you don’t want to lend money, just say so, no need to play games with uncle."

Claire calmly said, "If Uncle has no other matters, I’d like you to leave my clinic, I’m due for a lunch break."

"Fine! Fine indeed! True to being my niece!" His tone was particularly heavy, he completely lost his temper.

Just then, Tiger knocked and burst in.

An awkward air filled the room.

He immediately restrained himself, angrily turned, and left.

Tiger watched his powerful leaving figure worriedly, then turned to the person inside: "Sister Claire, are you alright?"

Claire tugged at the corners of her mouth, "I’m fine, lucky you came just in time."

Tiger walked up to her, involuntarily asking, "Who was that just now?"

"My uncle." She replied openly, then changed the focus by asking, "What did you need me for?"

Tiger replied, "A batch of herbs just arrived, I noticed something off, came over to check with you."

The batch was piled on the counter, simply packed in cloth bags.

Tiger said to her, "These herbs all came from the same supplier, during my check I found only the cordyceps had an issue."

Claire glanced over and immediately saw these cordyceps were not wild, but artificially grown.

Sinclair Apothecary has always maintained a stable supply from wild medicinal herb suppliers, strictly selecting premium wild goods, there’s never been an error in years of cooperation, such a mistake shouldn’t occur.

Claire calmly said, "This batch of cordyceps is indeed problematic. Having worked together for so long, they should know not to fool us who can’t identify the medicine. First, find the supplier and clarify."

"Okay."

Tiger handles the herb connection, examining every batch before shelving them, yet he’s consistently meticulous enough to be reassuring, saving her a lot of trouble.