Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go Chapter 68: Begging for Mercy

She knew her aunt was being insincere and was rely playing the emotional card. However, her aunt seed to forget that by acting this way, there was no true familial affection between them.

Claire Prescott said coldly, "I’ve already told you, if the amount stolen is substantial, legal responsibility must be taken. A million is no small figure."

Right now, the teorite Necklace was sitting on the officer’s desk.

Claire Prescott walked over, took the necklace out of its velvet box, felt the engraved lettering on top, and handed it to the officer.

"This teorite Necklace was given to by Finn Prescott. It has my na and birthday on it, you can have a look."

After speaking, she also opened her phone and, in front of everyone, played the recording of the conversation she had had with her aunt that night.

anwhile, the lawyer brought by Finn Prescott handed over various receipts concerning the necklace.

The evidence was overwhelming, directly proving the necklace’s ownership, and Sophia Lowe was just a stubborn thief who could no longer deny it, no matter how hard she tried.

Of all things, she chose to take her teorite Necklace.

Today was rely to teach her a lesson, curb her habit of bullying family mbers, and make her understand what a society ruled by law truly was.

Sophia Lowe’s face turned pale again and again, bloodless.

Perhaps she had already envisioned what fate awaited her, her gaze lost its light, weighed down by disgrace, and she fell to the ground, gut-wrenchingly regretting it.

No matter how she thought about it, she hadn’t anticipated this.

Back then, when her husband’s company faced a crisis, all her savings were used to repay the debts, and when she went back ho and saw the piggy bank in Claire Prescott’s room, she had a mont of weakness.

She thought Claire Prescott was easy to manipulate, but unexpectedly, her heart was so ruthless, not letting go at all, and rcilessly laying out the evidence.

Such deep scheming, she truly underestimated her.

Sophia Lowe wept, her face full of tears, and lanted, "We’re all family, taking sothing from you shouldn’t matter. Everything you have was given by Old Dr. Sinclair. If you can spend a million to buy back this worthless stone, surely you don’t lack that money. You’re even willing to send your aunt to the police, let’s see how you explain it to Old Dr. Sinclair, how you continue to stay at Sinclair Apothecary."

Seeing her remorselessness, Claire Prescott furrowed her brow, just about to speak.

Finn Prescott interrupted her, "I’m the one who reported it. Why threaten her? Kneel and beg , apologize to her, and maybe I’ll spare you this ti. I spent a million to get it back, would you say I’m wronged?"

His expression was cold, his word unwavering.

Sophia Lowe was terrified, unable to determine if this person was truly Claire Prescott’s sibling.

He was probably the son of Claire Prescott’s father and another woman.

But now, she had no other option.

If the case was truly filed, her life afterward would be utterly ruined.

She quickly cast aside her pride, pleading desperately, "Claire, I’m sorry, it was wrong of as your aunt, I shouldn’t have taken your stuff. Please persuade your brother not to make things difficult for . Little girl is still waiting for to go back and take care of her."

"Aunt is kneeling before you, please?"

Saying this, she really knelt down, her knees hitting the floor with a loud sound, putting on a sincere display of remorse, "I will never shut you out again, never drive you away, please forgive your aunt this once?"

Claire Prescott’s face beca stiff.

She couldn’t bear being knelt to by an elder.

She shook off her hand, silently moving behind Finn Prescott.

Finn Prescott’s expression was one of brooding.

Especially upon hearing the words about driving his sister out, he almost lost control, his fists clenching tighter.

He turned his head gloomily towards his sister, "Look at the life you’re living at Sinclair Apothecary, being bullied, right?"

Claire Prescott: "It’s none of your concern."

Finn Prescott spoke sternly, "From today onward, move to The Empyrean Court."

Claire Prescott refused, "I won’t move."

Seeing her defiance, Finn Prescott was at a loss with her, standing up coldly from the sofa, eventually leaving without saying a word, frowning as he walked away.

Claire Prescott took one last look at the person kneeling on the ground, quickly chased out, stopping him at the police station’s entrance.

"What now?"

Claire Prescott teased, pleading on behalf of soone, "Can you spare my aunt this ti?"

Finn Prescott’s brows furrowed into a "川" character, "You really plead for a person like that?"

"The necklace is mine. Whether lost or stolen, filing a report should be my decision."

At those words.

Finn Prescott’s expression changed suddenly, calling out her full na through gritted teeth.

"Claire Prescott."

He called out word by word, as if angered by her, his eyes erupting with fury.

"I shouldn’t have interfered." Leaving this statent, he stord off in anger.

Claire Prescott watched his departure with a complex expression.

Upon seeing the lawyer co out with the paperwork and necklace, she quickly regained her composure and stopped him, "Hello, I want to ask if Finn Prescott could reclaim the million from the auction house?"

"The chances are slim; the pawnshop buyer and auction house are innocent third parties, and buying and selling actions do not constitute a cri, but under property law, stolen goods do not apply to good faith acquisition."

"What if they knew it was stolen goods?"

Claire Prescott promptly showed her chat and voice call records with the pawnshop owner and auction house from a few days ago, "Can these serve as evidence?"

She explained further, "I just want to minimize the loss."

After reviewing, the lawyer inford her of the possible situations and added, "Ultimately, it still depends on Mr. Prescott’s decision."

Upon hearing this, Claire Prescott pondered for a mont and said to him, "May I add your contact information? I’ll send you all these records first."

"Of course."

After finishing on this side.

When Claire Prescott returned to the police station, her aunt had already been detained, leaving only the young officer in the office.

Thinking about her aunt’s issues.

She didn’t want to let her off that easily, at least she wanted her detained for a few days to grind down her arrogance.

But surprisingly, her request was promptly agreed upon by the young officer, who showed extraordinary friendliness towards her, serving her tea anxiously, fearing he might slight her.

"Would three days be too short?"

Claire Prescott took a sip of tea and replied, "Three days is sufficient, just could you please not tell anyone about what happened to my aunt if they co looking for her, nor let them visit, simply say it’s suspected theft, results will be in three days."

The young officer replied, "Certainly."

"Thank you for all your trouble."

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Returning to Sinclair Apothecary was already one thirty in the afternoon.

The dishes on the table weren’t as sumptuous as usual, but still palatable. She inford Septima and Elder Sinclair using the sa words, advising them to wait patiently for the results.

The two elderly had no other options, rely expressing their worries in a few words.