Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go Chapter 58: Guarding Against Thieves

In the silent night.

Claire Prescott lay flat on the bed, her head still feeling dizzy.

The man’s warmth and firm texture seed enchanting, echoing incessantly in her mind, the touch seemingly imprinted on her entire palm, lingering stubbornly.

It was just a few touches guided by him, and even through a layer of clothing, how could he be so sedu... and so... craving.

Contemplating for a long ti.

She lazily climbed out of bed, opened two suitcases, slowly packing item by item.

Inside were various clothes and so jewelry strung by her grandmother. As she was about to put these into the piggy bank, she opened the cabinet and found her piggy bank missing.

The square bread-shaped piggy bank, almost the size of a computer box, was always placed in the cabinet, but now it’s gone?!

She searched all around, confirming repeatedly, completely not seeing a trace of the piggy bank.

A faint sense of foreboding brewed, and she solemnly lifted the pillow, flipping the entire bed upside down.

Not only was her piggy bank missing, but also the teorite Necklace Finn Prescott had given her.

Her throat instantly clogged, swollen and uncomfortable; she forced herself to calm down, pondering various possible scenarios.

Finally, she quietly went downstairs, took down the surveillance caras set up in the house, returned to her room, inserted the mory card into the computer, and checked the footage from the days she wasn’t ho.

She quickly skimd through the tiline and imdiately found that during her absence, her aunt returned with her cousin’s baby.

In the footage, her aunt said coldly to Septima, "Why are there caras installed at ho?"

Septima Sterling replied, "Claire set that up to prevent theft."

"What’s worth preventing in this place?" Saying this, her aunt munched on sunflower seeds while dragging a ladder inside, "I’ll turn it off first, I don’t like caras facing ; coming ho feels like entering a thief’s den."

The next mont, the screen went black, and there was no record thereafter.

Since childhood, her aunt never gave her a kind look, not even respecting her grandparents, feigning compliance while reaching for everything at ho, and looked down on their traditional dicine practice, deeming it with no future, despised their poverty, yet showed contempt right in their faces.

Her past actions were notorious, and she deliberately removed the caras.

The thief was almost self-evident.

But there was no direct evidence now proving she stole her belongings.

If her aunt did steal her items, things could get chaotic if it blew up openly.

Claire Prescott slightly frowned.

After a mont of thought, she quickly used mobile banking to transfer all the money from the piggy bank card to the new card her grandmother had just given her.

While bank transactions were easy, retrieving cash and jewelry, and that teorite Necklace, how was she supposed to get them back?

...

Waking up the next day, Claire Prescott felt dazed, resting on the rocking chair in the yard with her eyes closed to recuperate.

The seasoned herbalist saw her looking weary, furrowed his brows and asked, "Stayed up late last night?"

Claire nodded, opened her eyes to look at him, and suddenly asked, "Grandpa, did any visitors co to the house while I was away?"

The seasoned herbalist recalled for a while and shook his head, "No visitors, just your aunt ca back with your cousin’s child and stayed for two days."

"Did they enter my room?"

Possibly sensing the sensitivity of the topic, the seasoned herbalist countered, "Why, sothing missing?"

Claire’s voice stalled, but she ultimately shook her head, "No, I just wanted to know how you guys were doing while I was away."

The seasoned herbalist grunted, "We’re fine, just yesterday as soon as you’re back, you ran off, what’s more important than your grandparents?"

Claire Prescott lay on the rocking chair unmoved, coquettishly coaxing, "Oh co on, didn’t I et you first thing when I ca back? Don’t be so petty, Grandpa."

The seasoned herbalist didn’t dwell further.

"Grandpa, can you give Uncle’s contact information? I’ve prepared a gift for him and want to ask when they’ll be available, so I can deliver it so other day."

The seasoned herbalist didn’t think much, took out his phone and let her find it herself.

Claire quickly saved Uncle’s number to her phone, then asked, "Grandpa, do you know where Uncle and his family live now?"

"No clue, call and ask yourself," the seasoned herbalist said indifferently.

Since they chose business and moved away, her grandfather no longer bothered with them.

Uncle rarely ca ho, rumor has it he opened a company outside, doing quite well in business, but even if they lived carefree out there, her grandfather still looked down on him, despising the stink of Copper Coin.

She’s not close with Uncle, barely a few encounters and words exchanged.

She just couldn’t understand how a seemingly astute person like Uncle ended up with such a bossy wife.

Claire yawned, closed her eyes for a bit, planning to take a nap, when her grandfather quietly slipped away soti unknown.

Just as she was about to sleep, Little Seven jumped onto her, saying sothing to wake her up.

What was said wasn’t clear, seed like newly-learned vocabulary.

Little Seven repeated, "Stone snapping."

His immature voice carried a bit of a crude tone.

Claire suddenly opened her eyes, raised her hand to catch the bird, and questioned it, "Who taught you to curse, huh?"

Little Seven squinted at her and called again, "Stone snap."

Claire gradually understood, only her aunt frequently said this catchphrase, obviously the bird picked it up during her stay.

Claire warned it sternly, "Don’t say that word again, you hear?"

"Stone snapping."

Seeing its defiant spirit, she refused to believe she couldn’t manage this small bird.

Claire locked the bird back in its cage, picked up that tiny speaker, and played a children’s song at it.

"Instead of learning to curse, listen to sothing nice and clear that word from your mory."

Listening to the children’s song, Little Seven imdiately quieted down.

Seeing it beca docile.

Claire exhaled a breath, looking at it with helplessness.

...

After breakfast, Claire Prescott went to Sinclair Apothecary as usual, distributing the prepared gifts.

Tiger excitedly clung to her, saying, "Sister Claire, missed you all these days, you finally returned, quite a few people were looking for you, and so even checked back several tis."

Claire replied mildly, "There are doctors at the apothecary, no need to specifically co for ."

"That might be true, but so girls are shy, picky about doctors; when you weren’t here, they didn’t want to see anyone else," Tiger glanced at the computer screen, "Since you’re back, I’ll schedule you now."

"Okay."