Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 93: Consequences

Afterwards, Keane Lowell went downstairs alone.

Auntie Susan saw him and quickly said, "Young Master, I’ll go heat up the food."

The man replied indifferently and walked towards the floor-to-ceiling window.

Auntie Susan was puzzled for a moment.

She had seen him bring the young lady in just now, but didn’t dare make a sound and had been hiding in the kitchen.

More than an hour had passed, and after an intimate moment, the atmosphere shouldn’t have been so indifferent and detached.

Only belatedly did she realize he was on the phone.

She heard him say particularly coldly, "Destroy the car and refund the price difference to her."

Not daring to listen further, she silently brought the dishes into the kitchen.

...

On the other end.

Assistant Cheney listened to the call and silently noted his boss’s demands.

After understanding.

The call was then disconnected.

He put away his phone, glanced at the insurance company workers who rushed to work overnight, and Skye Vance standing by the car.

The damage to the two cars wasn’t severe, and the situation was already assessed by the workers, but...

The boss wanted something other than compensation.

He walked over to Skye Vance and informed her, "Miss Vance, President Lowell doesn’t need your compensation...."

Before he finished his sentence, he saw Skye’s eyes light up in disbelief, "He’s not holding me responsible?"

"Not quite. President Lowell means, since you no longer want your car, he’ll have it destroyed."

Upon hearing this.

It was obvious.

Skye’s face instantly darkened.

"What do you mean? What are you going to do to my car?" Skye asked in panic.

Assistant Cheney’s voice was steady, "We are going to send your car for destruction tonight. Please clear your personal belongings from the car. Moreover, you don’t meet the driving qualifications, and your license should be revoked to prevent similar incidents in the future."

After listening word by word, Skye’s heart instantly plummeted into despair, and she felt as though all her strength had been drained, nearly unable to stand.

Her eyes reddened, she protested unwillingly, "Why? I didn’t cause a major accident, what right does he have to revoke my driver’s license? The car is also my personal belonging, without my consent, what right does he have to destroy it, isn’t this outright bullying?"

Her voice was low and soft, filled with bewilderment and grievance.

Then.

Tears uncontrollably overflowed from her eyes.

Despite the grievance and feeling of injustice, facing such a powerful person, she, as an ordinary individual, had no voice, and could do nothing to resist.

Assistant Cheney looked at her coldly, "You should clear your belongings from the car first, President Lowell will refund the price difference to you."

"I don’t want money, I want my car."

Assistant Cheney frowned, running out of patience, directly instructed people to swiftly remove her belongings from the car.

Towards Skye, Assistant Cheney held resentment.

Her schemes were apparent to him.

She shouldn’t have tried to get attention this way, especially from President Lowell.

If it weren’t for the young doctor speaking up for him in front of President Lowell, he would surely be doomed tonight.

During the rainy night, with everyone rushing to finish work, their actions were particularly quick and rough, tossing her personal items into a large sack and haphazardly placing it aside, then directly loading the silver-white car onto a freight vehicle for destruction.

Skye watched helplessly as her car was taken away, a wave of grievance surged in her heart, tears flowed uncontrollably and she broke down.

Seeing his methods for the first time.

Too ruthless, too heartless, too inconsiderate of a girl’s feelings.

...

The next day.

Keane Lowell returned to the courtyard.

From afar, he heard the melodious sounds of a guqin from the pavilion in the lake.

The elderly lady, dressed in a luxurious cheongsam, reclined comfortably in a rattan chair, with fruits and tea served on the table, looking relaxed and leisurely.

Skye Vance dressed in clean and elegant attire, her makeup consistently cool and exquisite, slender fingers gracefully played the guqin.

Unintentionally glancing up, she saw the returnee from afar.

Her mood was instantly disrupted by the man’s dignified and aloof face, sinking her feelings to the lowest point, even the melody lacked its previous charm.

The final note dropped, she looked at the elderly lady, quietly waiting for her words.

The elderly lady sipped tea, casually commenting, "’Seeking Phoenix’ is indeed difficult to play, deep feelings make it interesting, void of emotions it loses its appeal, overdone emotions seem vulgar, shallow emotions feel dull, balance between depth is vital, only then does it sound pleasing."

Skye humbly accepted, "What you say is true, madam."

"Your state doesn’t look good today, what happened?"

Skye shook her head, "Nothing, it was just raining heavily last night, I didn’t sleep well."

At this point, Keane had approached them, respectfully calling, "Grandmother."

Still that aloof elegance, but the respect for the elderly dispersed his aura slightly.

After last night, Skye held resentment towards him, but didn’t dare show it, simply because she didn’t deserve, didn’t deserve to have emotions towards him.

The elderly lady glanced at him, seemingly seeing through everything, straightforwardly said, "Returned to Azure Court?"

"Yes."

"Who’s that girl?"

Since she knew he returned to Azure Court, naturally she also knew he brought someone to live with.

Keane responded lowly, "A doctor from Sinclair Apothecary."

"A girl from a family of doctors sounds good, just Sinclair Apothecary’s name is rather unheard of."

With her words concluded, no response came.

The elderly lady glanced at him.

A handsome face neither warm nor cold, emotions unreadable.

She didn’t press further, letting him be.

Skye observed all this.

Having accompanied the old lady for half a year now.

She was kind, treated her well, took care of her, initially, securing the role in "The Crimson Lady" was just a word from the elderly lady, granting her the lead role.

However, the elderly lady’s words always inadvertently revealed the pressure of authority, quite impenetrable.

Sometimes she felt like a cherished child under her care, other times it felt like mere condescending benevolence from a superior, with no real affection.

Perhaps there was indeed a class distinction between them after all.

She was humble.

Even just hearing them mention "doctor", in her view, being a doctor is still quite honorable socially, but the elderly lady’s first reaction was about family, reputation, those things.

However, in the subsequent conversation, the elderly lady dismissed her.

Matters regarding the Lowell Family or business politics weren’t ever meant to be heard by an outsider like her.

She was led to an adjoining courtyard to wait.

Treats and tea were well served.

In the courtyard scenery, time seemed to slow down.

Yet, within half an hour, she was called back to the pavilion.

Except, Keane was gone, leaving the elderly lady alone, her face not looking well, with a dignified expression tinged with authority, making her uneasy with a subtle foreboding.