Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go Chapter 181: Will Give Her a Happy Home

Keane Lowell accompanied her more and more, and he started visiting the Sinclair Apothecary frequently. Whenever the old traditional doctor saw him, he would invite him to stay for a al.

Gradually, they treated him like family.

And every ti they played chess in the courtyard, the old doctor would send her away, or let her listen from the side, forbidding her to interrupt their conversations.

When her grandfather talked about things from years ago and the developnt of the Sinclair Apothecary, Keane would listen patiently.

This particular Saturday afternoon.

When Jericho Prescott ca to see his daughter, he happened to find Keane Lowell in the consulting room.

Although Keane was sitting by the window, busy with his own affairs, the situation clearly suggested he was accompanying his daughter at work.

Due to the presence of patients inside, Jericho didn’t rush in but rather stood outside for a while, falling into deep conflict.

Ti passed quietly, patients walking past him one after another; his brows never relaxed, but ultimately, he left it alone for the ti being.

Yet.

Upon eting the old doctor, he was invited into the family’s courtyard.

Today was the old doctor’s day off, and it was an opportunity to et with his son-in-law and have a good talk.

Jericho Prescott spoke first, asking, "Dad, do you know Claire and that boy Keane are together?"

"I’ve known for a while now."

"And yet you..." Jericho Prescott frowned, not finding any reason to bla, he changed his tone softly: "But do you know who Keane Lowell is?"

"I know. Shane Lowell’s grandson," the old doctor stated calmly.

When Keane inford him a few days ago, he was shocked for quite a while.

He always thought Keane was just an ordinary businessman, not expecting such a young man to have taken over a large conglorate with the entire Lowell Family as a significant backing.

But now, he had accepted this fact.

Jericho Prescott patiently explained, "The Prescott Family has conflicts with the Lowell Family. Claire won’t be happy with him."

Upon hearing this.

The old doctor pondered for a while before sternly speaking, "Claire had it hard when she was young. Now she finally t soone she likes, soone she could entrust her life to, and yet in the end, just because of your family ties, you want to separate them. You all determine their unhappiness solely because the two families have a grudge, whose problem is it? You should figure it out."

Jericho Prescott lowered his head, his voice softening, "It’s not just because of the families’ disputes, it’s Keane’s conduct in the pursuit of fa and fortune that makes uneasy about entrusting Claire to him."

This sentence brought the old doctor back into silence.

"As long as he is not promiscuous, is good to Claire, and has good moral character, he passes my standards. At least for now, I haven’t seen anything wrong with him, except that his looks might be disconcerting."

"You also don’t persuade , if she wants to marry Keane, Septima and I can make that decision for her."

"Moreover, who can ascertain the matters of marriage? Girls consider much more than n do in these matters. If you ask her to marry now, see if she dares."

Once he finished speaking.

The old doctor didn’t want to see him anymore, crossed his hands behind his back, and went inside, leaving him alone in the courtyard.

Jericho Prescott sat in the courtyard for a long ti before finally, reluctantly, leaving.

That evening.

After dinner, Claire Prescott accompanied her grandmother for a walk outside.

The courtyard now only held the old doctor and Keane Lowell.

As the Mid-Autumn Festival approached.

The moon in the sky was exceptionally round.

The old doctor took the tea made by Keane and suddenly brought up his granddaughter’s childhood.

"Claire, that child, has a high aptitude for traditional dicine, a very sharp mind, but often goes her own way; the number of troubles she caused when she was young couldn’t be counted on ten fingers."

"The mont she was slightly obedient, she began to outwit , secretly practicing dicine on her classmates and friends, and making a myriad of strange friends."

"Once, she ran off alone to hear Elder Lee’s lecture, back then she was only this tall." The old doctor raised his hand to indicate, "She was barely over ten. I scolded her, she wouldn’t stay quiet and used the great dical theory I taught her to argue with , drove to such misery, and at that mont I saw that little girl glowing all over."

"I don’t know where her stubbornness cos from."

"Later, every ti I recalled this, I could understand that she’s always been using her power to help the weak and uphold justice."

"But her youthful recklessness also worried , I was always pondering how to educate her properly. While pondering, she grew up and beca soone who could support a part of the sky for us."

As he spoke to this point, the old doctor smiled contentedly, only under the moonlight, his eyes seed to shimr with glimrs of tears.

"She’s nothing like Yuna, not like her father either, rather she’s like a gift from heaven, accompanying us through our lives from childhood."

The old doctor asked, "I don’t know if Claire has ever ntioned her background to you."

Keane replied, "I know."

The old doctor sighed and continued, "The Prescott Family values profit, the whole family is like that, but they treat Claire differently. When Yuna passed away, we resented them. Back then, her father’s temperant drastically changed, he was completely listless every day, wanting to follow Yuna. Fortunately, we discovered this in ti, preventing irreparable consequences."

"Later, we brought Claire back to live with us and gradually let go of that resentnt, but Claire, she always held a grudge against her dad and her brother."

Keane indifferently replied, "There’s no need to resolve her grudge, the harm they did to Claire is indelible. No amount of effort could make up for it, nor do they deserve Claire’s forgiveness and company. If they truly cared for Claire, they shouldn’t have brought a bastard child into the ho and forced them to live together."

Hearing his words, the old doctor scolded, "You young man, blood ties are dear, children are innocent, only when the family is at harmony can everything prosper. Who doesn’t wish for their family to live happily and harmoniously together? Get rid of such ideas soon."

Keane remained calm, slowly stating, "Grandfather, I will prioritize Claire’s feelings. To , whether or not her grudge is resolved doesn’t matter. Whatever she wants is what matters; in the future, I will give her a happy ho."

After hearing this, the old doctor frowned and pondered deeply, unable to say a word for a long ti, yet there was a mont when he felt that what he said was indeed correct.

"Does your family know about you and Claire?" the old doctor asked.

Keane nodded, "They know."

"And what’s their attitude?"

Keane t his gaze calmly, naturally understanding the real intent behind the grandfather’s conversation, he avoided the heavy and focused on the light, "My mother likes Claire very much, but Claire has yet to et my other relatives."

"How did you and Claire et?"

This question stumped Keane.

Just at this mont, Claire Prescott returned with Septima, unintentionally saving him from the predicant.

Keane stood up, the dark suit outlining his figure straight and well-built, and in the pleasant autumn scenery, he appeared exceptionally noble and steady.

Claire Prescott walked over to him gracefully, "What were you talking about with my grandfather?"