Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go Chapter 130: Clashing Fortunes, Can’t Be Friends

Although she had expected this would be another large household wanting to take advantage of her, she hadn’t imagined it would be the Lancaster Family.

She was montarily stunned.

The two people in front of her were Ethan Lancaster’s parents.

Seeing her, Mrs. Lancaster was both surprised and delighted, warmly approaching her, "Claire."

Claire Prescott hadn’t yet grasped the situation.

Then she heard Mrs. Lancaster speak first, "Yvonne said you’d co celebrate her birthday today. Given how busy you usually are, we were skeptical at first, but here you are, taking the ti to visit."

What birthday celebration?

When did she agree to co for Yvonne’s birthday celebration?

Recalling what the butler had ntioned about the young lady, she suddenly understood that she had probably been tricked by this so-called young lady.

"I’m sorry, Aunt Lancaster, I’m not here to celebrate Yvonne’s birthday; I’m here to see a patient."

"This...?" Mrs. Lancaster looked puzzled, clearly unaware of the truth, and turned to the butler who had brought her in.

The butler explained, "Madam, it was the young lady who invited Dr. Prescott to co for a dical consultation."

Mrs. Lancaster understood and instructed, "Go and call her down."

No need for the butler to call.

Yvonne had already sensibly co downstairs, just as an elderly lady in a wheelchair was being pushed in from the outer courtyard.

Yvonne took the initiative to admit her mistake, "I faked being sick to get her to co. Otherwise, Claire wouldn’t show up."

Mrs. Lancaster frowned, "This is too much. Go apologize to Claire right now."

Seeing Claire Prescott’s icy expression made Yvonne a little nervous, but she still braced herself, stepped forward, and apologized, "Sorry, I just wanted a chance to make peace with you. I really admire you and hope we can be friends."

Claire looked at her coldly, "Does Miss Lancaster find it fun to play such tricks on ?"

Yvonne hastily held up three fingers, pledging, "There won’t be a next ti, please forgive just this once. I truly want to be friends with you."

Moreover.

For her, she hadn’t even invited Faye over.

Claire retorted, "Do I look like I lack friends?"

Yvonne chuckled, "You need a friend like ."

Claire was rendered speechless by her.

Yvonne tried to hold her hand and continued to coax, "Trust , if you beco my friend, I promise you’ll have it good in Kystral, and no one will dare to bully you."

Her gaze was so pure and sincere, seemingly overflowing with warmth towards her.

But Claire wasn’t appreciative, "I don’t make friends with oddballs."

The word ’oddball’ instantly left Yvonne dumbfounded, her face slightly strained.

The elderly lady chuckled at this mont.

Everyone turned to look at her.

The elderly lady gazed dotingly at the two of them, "Well said, ’oddball’ fits Yvonne perfectly."

Yvonne coyly called out, "Grandma."

"Yvonne’s parents t with an accident and passed away early, so she’s been adopted by my eldest son and daughter-in-law. They sympathized with her and doted on her, treating her as their own daughter, spoiling her in every way. Only Ethan has ever disciplined her to prevent her from being too unruly."

"I’ve watched Yvonne grow up and have never seen her actively seek closeness with others, going out of her way to make friends. It’s also the first ti I’ve heard her talking about enjoying life’s luxuries."

The elderly lady’s words were directed at Claire Prescott.

Claire naturally understood she was speaking in defense of her granddaughter, hoping to reconcile the two of them as friends. She responded calmly, "Grandma, our signs clash; we argue every ti we et, so we cannot be friends."

What clashing signs...

Arguing every ti they et...

Yvonne’s face sunk deeper and deeper, her heart growing cold.

Claire excused herself, "Since Miss Lancaster is fine, I’ll take my leave."

"Hey." Yvonne quickly stopped her, her voice softening, "I admit I was prejudiced and wrong about you before. I apologize for everything I’ve said in the past. Can you forgive and give another chance?"

Mrs. Lancaster also tried to persuade Claire to stay, "Your brother will also be coming over to celebrate Yvonne’s birthday later. Stay and join us before you leave."

Just then, Ethan Lancaster happened to co downstairs.

Claire politely declined, "No, thank you, I have plans with my boyfriend."

ntioning plans with her boyfriend instantly left them with no grounds to persuade her to stay.

The explicit words also reached Ethan’s ears, all anticipation for their eting vanished instantly, his deep eyes fixed intently on the person standing downstairs.

The young woman hadn’t looked at him, yet her eyes were clear and cold, keeping him at a distance.

She clearly intended those words for him to hear.

Just the next mont, he saw her make her final farewell and leave the house.

Her pale blue figure flickered before his eyes, leaving only a trace behind.

Just like that day, when he saw her run toward Keane Lowell, catching them in intimate monts more than once. Surely, in private, they must have... Yet, sohow, he didn’t mind, instead hoping for the day they break up...

Yvonne didn’t continue to pester, but instead followed behind her like a little follower, seeing her to the door.

Unexpectedly.

At the door.

A black Maybach was parked in front.

As the car window lowered, a man’s handso face ca into view, his deep eyes calmly watching them.

Claire’s heart tightened in an instant, unsure why he was here.

Yvonne hadn’t anticipated it either, thinking she might have just made up an excuse to leave, not expecting she truly had plans with her boyfriend.

Rembering sothing, she quickly called after Claire, "Claire, let’s add each other on WeChat. I haven’t yet transferred the ten thousand diagnostic fee to you."

Hearing this made Claire even more convinced she was both rich and naive, spending ten thousand dollars to trick her into a birthday celebration—truly an exceptional oddball.

She took out her phone, found the Sinclair Apothecary’s paynt code, and had her scan, "Scan and pay, note it as Dr. Prescott’s house call fee."

Yvonne was montarily stunned and eventually bore through her embarrassnt to complete the paynt, "Done."

The next mont, she watched as Claire silently bypassed the car, opened the door, and got into the back seat.

Soon, she saw the Maybach drive past her, gradually disappearing from view.

Fastening her seatbelt, Claire turned to the man beside her, "How did you know I was here?"

"After the lunchti gathering, I went to Sinclair Apothecary looking for you. They told you were here."

The man’s voice was deep yet warm, his gaze unreadable.

Claire took his hand, explaining, "It was Yvonne who tricked into coming for her birthday. I was just about to leave."

Keane Lowell held her hand in return, "Not upset."

Claire imdiately relaxed.