Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go Chapter 89: Rats in the Gutter

Never expected that Keane Lowell would investigate such matters. It’s just an intelligent system, yet it sohow voiced her inner feelings.

However,

Perhaps everyone in love is like this, not just her who enjoys kissing her boyfriend’s face.

After digesting the matter, Claire Prescott had just exited the interface when unexpectedly, her father’s call suddenly ca in.

After hesitating for a mont, she swiped to answer, her tone flat as she called out, "Dad, what’s up?"

He got straight to the point on the other end: "Is your uncle back?"

"Yes."

"..."

...

Spent a quiet day with Keane Lowell at Azure Court.

The next day, she brought a plainclothes bodyguard to Sinclair Apothecary, placing him at the counter.

Tiger saw this and imdiately sensed a hint of crisis, "Sister Claire, this isn’t soone here to steal my job, is it?"

Claire Prescott responded indifferently, "This is a security guard my boyfriend hired for Sinclair Apothecary. Just call him Brother Lee."

Saying bodyguard would be too conspicuous, especially with the old dical practitioners at Sinclair Apothecary should be able to accept an additional security post.

As for the salary, Keane Lowell was covering it for them.

However, the chosen bodyguard appeared sturdy—not with a burly figure, but rather well-built with strong bones and muscles, seemingly capable of fighting.

Reportedly, he was the most ruthless and resistant to hits in Keane Lowell’s bodyguard team.

Claire Prescott delegated the task of introducing colleagues to Tiger and was about to turn back to the consultation room when Tiger suddenly called her.

"Sister Claire, when you weren’t here yesterday, your uncle went to the finance office to see Uncle Sterling, inquired about our apothecary’s financial situation, and tried to borrow money, but Elder Sinclair stopped him."

Claire Prescott listened quietly, her eyebrows gradually furrowing.

After about five seconds, she replied, "Got it."

Having said that, she changed direction and went ho.

At that mont, a whole family was sitting in the yard having breakfast, and sohow, her gaze imdiately t her aunt’s sharp eyes.

That look, like a knife scraping over, viewing her as an enemy, glaring fiercely at her.

It was obvious that the three days in jail hadn’t had any effect on her, not even slightly wearing down her sharpness.

Claire Prescott’s expression was already grim, and at this mont, it turned a bit colder.

Seeing her return, Septima asked, "Have you had breakfast?"

Claire Prescott’s expression softened slightly, "I’ve already eaten."

The old doctor called her at this ti, "Co join us for a discussion."

As soon as these words were uttered, everyone froze, seemingly unaware of what the old doctor wanted to say.

Claire Prescott walked straight over and sat beside the old doctor.

Seeing her cousin using her usual cup to drink soy milk, her brows slightly furrowed, but in the end, she temporarily held back.

During these two days away from ho, presumably, her personal belongings from before were no longer clean.

Judging from the old doctor’s deanor, obviously, the aunt didn’t dare to reveal the real situation at the police station, but the uncle might not be so unaware, clearly afraid of doing anything to her, otherwise, there would’ve been trouble already at her consultation room the day the aunt returned.

At this mont.

The old doctor handed out a key, placed it on the table, and said, "I’ve taken a liking to a second-hand house on Sycamore Lane, and Claire has already paid in full. You all move there, no need to squeeze in here anymore."

With those words.

The uncle’s family let out a relieved breath, their expressions gradually relaxing.

Having so many people cramd here was clearly very crowded and torturous for them.

Cousin Stella Sinclair laughed happily, asking, "Grandpa, is the house big?"

"It has three floors in total, with a courtyard, bigger than ours here."

Stella’s smile grew brighter, "That’s great, thank you, Grandpa."

The old doctor said, "No need to thank , thank your cousin."

Stella looked at Claire Prescott, saying thanks without hesitation, "Thank you, cousin."

At this point, Sophia Lowe snorted coldly and interrupted, "Clearly, a strand of hair is thicker than our waist. Saying nice things about buying a house for us to live in is just to kick us out."

Those words made even the air turn awkward.

The old doctor and Septima Sterling both fell silent.

The uncle reminded Sophia Lowe, "Say less."

"I wasn’t wrong. When we were doing well, we sent a lot of money back ho. Without us..."

Before Sophia Lowe could finish, Claire Prescott interrupted, "Yes, you’ve been gone from here for over twenty years. When you thought of it, you sent ten thousand in total, less than a hundred thousand. Who with wealth is so respectful to their family, still talking about it as if it’s a small matter. That ego should be ground down on a stone, thinned out the better."

Clearly sarcastic, yet her voice was naturally clear, each word landed extra clearly.

"You..." Sophia Lowe was instantly enraged, choked speechless.

Claire Prescott stared straight at her, her clear and tranquil eyes rippling with layer upon layer of coldness, "Eating is humiliating, taking is shaful, raising a dog is more loyal than these heartless relatives. If I want to kick you sewer rats out, then so what."

Her words grew harsher, with "sewer rats" hitting hard, instantly tearing apart any façade, disregarding familial duties.

It seed she had truly been pushed to the brink.

Sophia Lowe’s face turned ashen, having experienced her tactics, she was particularly wary, not daring to provoke her further, fearing she might lose control, sending her to rot in jail forever.

The uncle then scolded her, "How dare you speak to your elders like this? You’ve been spoiled by your grandpa to the brink of lawlessness."

"Who’s actually lawless?" Claire Prescott frowned, fearlessly eting his gaze.

"You stole my mom’s dowry from grandpa to start a business, and now, with the company bankrupt, you co back as freeloaders, turning everything upside down, even trying to sche against Sinclair Apothecary. Has your conscience been eaten by dogs——"

The old doctor held her hand with a stern face, signaling her to say less.

But she didn’t want to hold back anymore.

Her dad told her yesterday about her uncle’s deeds, sothing she found hard to digest, and today she found out her uncle was reaching for Sinclair Apothecary...

"Grandpa and Grandma are very old now. When you fell on hard tis, they didn’t hold grudges, supported you, used their life savings to buy you a house. You’re ungrateful, and yet you gnaw the bone without thanks. Is this how you repay them as their children?"

With these words, the uncle’s family lowered their heads in silence.

It wasn’t deep moral guilt they felt, just a lack of words, with a heart so dark, no matter how washed, it cannot co clean.

Claire Prescott stood up, "The house is there for you, if you wish to live. But if I find you bothering Grandpa and Grandma again, we shall not have peace, and neither will you."

Finishing her speech, she turned and stord back to the apothecary.

The old doctor cast a subtle glance at them, then holding Septima Sterling’s hand, left the place full of squabbles.