Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go Chapter 119: Shelby Thorne’s Downfall

A low growl erged, causing everyone’s heart in the room to clench a little.

Serena Thorne trembled as she looked at the old man sitting on the sofa.

His stern face was shadowed with gloom, a blend of complex emotions within his world-weary eyes, showing none of the affection or pity for her.

However, she was already used to it.

Everything.

All of it because she was just an adopted child of the Thorne Family.

They provided her with any favorable resource, nurturing her into an outstanding leader, a model lady to set an example for her younger siblings.

She was also taught from an early age that as the elder sister, she was expected to take good care of her younger siblings, make sacrifices for this family, and share their worries, without any emotion or complaint of her own.

Everything she enjoyed from the Thorne Family had to be repaid in another way. She was well aware that she was rely a tool for their interests.

Elder Thorne frowned upon eting Serena’s gaze and coldly rebuked, "Since you knew that Keane Lowell was there, and you’re aware of your sister’s temperant, why didn’t you take better care of her and prevent this mistake?"

Serena’s eyes fluttered, enduringly said, "Grandfather, I will personally bring back my sister. Please give so ti."

Hearing her say this.

Elder Thorne ultimately didn’t hold onto her, heaved a sigh, and commanded, "Go, bring her back completely and intact."

The pressure imdiately bore down on her.

Serena clutched her phone tightly, turned, and left the house.

It was only when she left ho that she felt her body and mind were truly her own.

Her figure gradually faded into the dimness of the garage. She sat in the driver’s seat, paused for a mont, then looked up Milton Rivers’s number and dialed it, only to be t with a busy tone.

In the end, she gave up.

Driving, she contemplated how to get in touch with Keane Lowell.

Helpless, she had to find another route, reaching out to Claire Prescott, getting her grandfather’s auction staff to provide her registration record, found her number, and dialed it.

At that mont.

Claire Prescott had just finished drying her hair and ca out of the bathroom when she heard her phone ringing.

Seeing it was an unfamiliar number, she hung up without thinking.

Yet the call ca through again.

After hesitating for a while, she finally swiped to answer, lazily sat on the sofa, and asked, "Who is this?"

Soon after, a gentle voice ca through, "I’m Serena Thorne’s sister, Serena."

Claire Prescott’s face slightly darkened, and she asked, "How did you get my number?"

The other end didn’t explain, directly getting to the point, "Miss Prescott, I apologize for what my sister did to you and Keane Lowell. Now that my sister has been taken away by Keane, our family is very worried about her. Could you please plead for her so he lets her go this ti? I promise she will never appear before you again."

Claire Prescott replied coldly, "I’m the one who got hurt; the one she tried to set up was my man. Why should I plead for her?"

After saying that, there was approximately two or three seconds of silence.

Serena’s voice rang out again, "Sorry, can I trouble you to let Keane answer the phone? I’m really worried about my sister’s situation."

Throughout, the other party maintained a polite and sincere tone, wholly sincere in her apology, quite different from her sister’s disposition.

Yet, curiously, her words were cautious, as though Keane were soone difficult to handle, who might pose a threat to her sister.

It’s just.

She also couldn’t understand why Keane took her away instead of handing her to the police.

Without much thought.

Since Serena resorted to finding her, it was clear she couldn’t reach Keane, trying to find a way through her.

Claire Prescott calmly said, "Since he doesn’t want to answer your calls, don’t call again. It’s unlikely you can change his decision."

"I..."

Before the voice on the other end could reply, Claire Prescott set the phone down, ending the call.

The bedroom lights softly cast down, making her skin look fair and clear, illuminating the calmness in her eyes.

Clearly.

The other end knew its limits and did not call again.

After pondering for a while.

She braced against the armrest, stood from the sofa, and turned to leave the bedroom, heading down the hallway to the study.

As she slowly pushed the door open, the sight of the man seated at the desk engrossed in work ca into her view, his posture upright and well-defined, unconsciously exuding a cold and noble aura that resisted easy desecration.

Upon noticing the movents at the door.

Keane Lowell lifted his head to look at her, his deep eyes suddenly softened a bit, "Finished with your shower?"

Claire Prescott responded with a "Mm," walked over to him, then encircled his neck and placed a light kiss on his cheek, "Still not done with work?"

As she spoke.

The man reached out and hooked her waist, pulling her securely onto his lap to sit, holding her steadily.

Wearing shorts, she felt the warmth of the man’s body through the fabric of his suit pants, and his other hand was directly pressed against her leg, warm and gentle.

When he gazed at her, it seed to ignite sothing.

"Is your body uncomfortable?"

Claire Prescott shook her head.

Fresh from the shower, her body exuded a clean scent of body wash, her hair soft and fluffy draped down, her skin glowing fair as she ventured in her pajamas into the room, disrupting a certain balance.

Under his gaze, she announced, "Serena just called ."

After speaking, she added, "I’m just letting you know, no other reason."

Keane Lowell calmly asked, "Did she trouble you?"

"No, she wanted to reach you through ."

"Serena is in my custody; I just don’t want to give her a chance to escape. Until her criminal record is revealed, she won’t be released back."

Claire Prescott was puzzled, "She has a criminal record?"

"Criminal activities, sent abroad for studies by the Thorne Family covertly, and the matter was ultimately suppressed."

...

The next day.

Since early morning, Serena Thorne had been waiting outside Lowell-Kystral Group, not seeing any sign of Keane for hours.

Even exhausted, her eyes stinging from fatigue, she persevered there.

Until the afternoon, when she received a ssage from Milton Rivers, imdiately regaining alertness, quickly grabbed her bag, and rushed towards the Anti-drug Brigade.

The ssage contained information about her sister’s whereabouts.

As a result, the Thorne Family received devastating news...

Within a single day.

The matters of the Thorne Family sheltering Serena and bribery were brought to light.

Her hit-and-run causing two deaths, school bullying, and coercing cri were all exposed.

Now, she was arrested by the Anti-drug Brigade for possession of illegal substances and attempted drugging, awaiting charges.

Due to the severity of the case, even though it was handled quietly without public announcent, so rumors managed to spread, leading to the Thorne Family’s enterprise facing a critical crisis.

The entire Thorne Family was in disarray.

Although the uproar was quickly suppressed, nothing they did – finding connections, hiring lawyers – could recover from Serena’s situation at all.