Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 81: Loving Him to the Brink of Madness
The backdrop is London’s iconic building, The Empress Tower.
The faces of the two protagonists are partially revealed in the photo, tightly embracing each other sweetly.
Indeed, it is Zara Leighton and Milton Rivers.
Upon recognizing the photo, Claire Prescott’s mind suddenly went blank, standing there motionless, her face turning pale.
She was always unwilling to believe the people in the photo were them.
But the facts were right in front of her.
Shelby Thorne wouldn’t make false accusations with a fabricated image just to tarnish her, as it also concerned her sister’s reputation.
Yet...
Zara had previously vowed that she would never interfere with someone else’s marriage.
Going to London for filming was true, but how to explain this photo?
She suppressed her anger and suddenly grabbed Zara’s bag, dragging her from the restaurant, out of the crowd, straight to the car, and drove away.
As the car merged into the nighttime traffic, it completely distanced itself from those disputes.
The city’s lights flashed across Claire Prescott’s body, highlighting her coldness to the extreme, the enclosed space enveloping her frosty aura.
Zara Leighton sat uneasily in the passenger seat.
She dared not look at the person beside her, only staring at the road outside, her heart racing as they overtook car after car.
"Do you have anything to say about the photo incident?" Claire Prescott asked coldly.
Zara’s emotions were particularly complex.
There were many cars on the road, but the speed did not decrease.
Yet the driver was distracted, asking her questions at such a time.
She nervously gripped the steering wheel, dared not speak, dared not distract her mind.
However.
Her silence made Claire Prescott interpret her as being guilty.
Indeed.
If the photo were fake and Shelby’s words were all untrue, with Zara’s personality, she would have refuted immediately, yet she didn’t...
The speed suddenly increased.
Zara’s heart rate soared to the peak, her voice trembling, "C...Claire, can you drive a bit slower."
The next moment, their car squeezed through the narrow gap between two cars.
If the direction was slightly off or the distance wasn’t calculated correctly, lives would be lost.
And so, they charged out of the traffic flow, driving unobstructed all the way.
In the past, during their youthful days, people often said she was carefree and wild, but compared to the gentle-looking little doctor beside her, she was far less so.
Motorbiking, skydiving, haunted houses, various extreme thrilling projects she handled with ease, without fear, even felt boring.
Just like now.
Focused and composed in steering, without the slightest fear of death, no ripples of anxiety.
After several rapid turns, Zara’s stomach was churning, her face paling and weak, cold sweat appearing on her forehead.
Only after passing the park did she slowly decelerate.
When the car steadily parked by the roadside, she immediately rushed out, held the car door, and retched at the curb.
Even in such a pitiful state, there was no sympathy from her, only cold indifference standing ahead.
As Zara raised her head, she collided with a pair of indifferent, clear eyes.
The little doctor’s figure was silhouetted against the light, a braided twist gently draped over her left shoulder, the evening wind softly lifting her skirt and dispersing some of her sharp aura, yet still keeping people from approaching easily. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢
"I love him, I love him to the point of madness," Zara cried, tears blurring her vision as she looked at her.
She felt her heart wrenching relentlessly, pain, intense pain.
Claire Prescott remained indifferent, "Did you forget what you told me before? Milton Rivers was already engaged to someone else. You said you wouldn’t be their third party, wouldn’t interfere with someone’s marriage. You vowed to me that this was your bottom line."
The last sentence was uttered deliberately, heavily emphasizing each word with frustration.
"Claire, don’t push me anymore, I can’t do it. Milton told me he would handle family matters, the union was just temporary."
"Do you want me to believe him or you?" Claire Prescott clenched her fists and spoke through gritted teeth, "My mom was killed by a mistress, I watched her die before my eyes, falling from the eleventh floor, pushed by a mistress."
Although she managed her emotions well.
But thinking of that scene, it was difficult to hold back, her eyes filled with tears.
Zara was momentarily stunned, incredulously looking at her.
This was the first time hearing about her mom, unexpectedly such a heartbreaking experience.
Claire fought back tears, logically speaking, "Today, Shelby poured hot water on you, tomorrow the Thorne Family can do worse, how will you confront them? Can Milton protect you? He loves you, but he cannot control his own marriage, how can he protect you in the future?"
"Claire..."
Zara’s words were interrupted.
"Wanting to let go is one thing, but you shouldn’t have any ties with Milton Rivers, can you not live without him?"
"I respect your pursuit of love, but don’t play with fire."
Claire coldly stared at her, "If you continue interfering in their marriage, our sisterly bond ends here, going forward, we’re no longer friends."
After leaving the last sentence, she decisively turned around and left without looking back.
Street lights shining, leaves fluttering down, separating them by a long, long distance.
Zara felt her heart torn wide open, bloody, and painful beyond breath.
She helplessly squatted down, bent her back, buried her head, and cried bitterly...
...
The park’s tree-lined road section had many night travelers.
People brushed past Claire, her figure merged into the lively crowd, but her mindset was out of sync, like a rock pressing down, suffocating her.
So much so that she didn’t notice, accidentally knocking over a child, she quickly apologized and picked the girl up from the ground.
The girl’s mother rushed over, hugged her soothingly, "It’s alright, sister didn’t mean it."
New mother perhaps, her eyes, exceptionally gentle, noticing her emotional state and realizing it was unintentional, didn’t blame her.
However, witnessing that mother-daughter moment.
Inexplicably, made her miss her mother dearly.
She adjusted her emotions and walked to the roadside, raised her hand to hail a taxi.
Yet, when she opened the rear door.
Three black cars surrounded the taxi front, rear, and left, tightly sealing it off.
Not realizing what happened.
Claire glanced towards the car behind.
It was the Beijing A consecutive plate number.
Soon after, Assistant Cheney stepped down from the driver’s seat.
