Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 120: Bitter Fate

It had been two or three days since the incident.

In the afternoon, dark clouds covered the sun, and the entire sky was gloomy.

Keane Lowell stood tall on the top floor of the Lowell-Kystral Group, calmly overlooking the entire city, as if everything was within his control.

At this moment.

Assistant Cheney knocked on the door and entered, addressing his back, "President Lowell, your brother is here."

Right then, Zane White appeared from behind him, hands behind his back, showing a handsome face and calling out, "Long time no see."

Keane turned around, looking at him coldly, "Why are you in the capital?"

Zane walked in gracefully, "When I caught the scent of gossip, I had to come."

After Assistant Cheney served tea for the two, he quietly left.

Without any special greetings, the two brothers sat down directly.

Keane asked, "When did you get here, where are you staying now?"

"I’m staying at a hotel, otherwise would I stay at The Lowell Estate? You don’t even want to go back, let alone me."

Saying this, Zane changed the subject, "I just got here and heard about the Thorne Family’s issue, your methods are as steady, accurate, and ruthless as always, uncovering even their hidden base. However, to be liked by such people feels creepy to me, they’re like outlaws, it really opened my eyes."

Keane said deeply, "Don’t mention her."

"Alright, I won’t mention her. Look what good stuff I brought you."

Zane then revealed what he had been hiding behind his back. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

A gentle little white snake coiled around his arm, its head slithering in his palm, flicking its tongue. It was so white, it seemed completely non-threatening.

Keane remained unmoved, showing no expression.

Zane felt disappointed and took the little white snake back, "Seems like someone has a new love and doesn’t like you guys anymore."

There was still silence in response.

He was deeply and calmly looking at him, clean and transcendent, extremely composed.

For a moment, Zane felt like he was looking at a fool.

He quickly regained some seriousness, "Today, I met with our aunt, she told me that you’re in love."

Saying this, Zane gave a meaningful smile and knowingly asked, "Is it the lady from the Prescott Family?"

Naturally understanding his tease.

Keane ignored him.

Zane continued to ask, "By the way, does the lady from the Prescott Family fear snakes?"

Keane glanced at him, "I haven’t settled the last account with you yet."

Zane laughed indifferently, "Without me, could you have progressed so quickly? That day, what did you do in the hot spring, and why did she go to the next room for a shower alone?"

"You know?"

"I..." Zane chuckled awkwardly, avoiding the point, "How could I know what you did in the private bath, my subordinates told me that you opened an extra room."

Zane then began to make sarcastic remarks, "Back then, everyone at home advised you to be more restrained, now they probably won’t easily let go of their treasure for you."

It happened just over a month ago, looking back at these days, he and Claire Prescott had experienced many things, and their feelings gradually stabilized.

But it’s still premature to discuss marriage.

Keane calmly said, "She’s with me, no one can take her away."

Zane chuckled, "You sure have confidence. By the way, was the money hidden in the pen she gave you?"

Keane frowned slightly, "You’re talking a lot today."

"It’s just been too long since we’ve met, feels like I’ve missed a lot."

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Meanwhile.

At Sinclair Apothecary.

Tiger saw the sky outside darken, fearing it might rain and he would forget to gather the herbs, so he went ahead and brought them inside.

Just then.

As he stepped out of Sinclair Apothecary, he saw Claire Prescott from afar, carrying a medical bag, looking exhausted and wilted, walking on the cobblestone road.

These days, for some reason, patients kept signing up for her visits, scheduling her appointments already into next week.

Even at noon today, someone booked her for an emergency appointment.

Claire was still in the yard having lunch when she heard the news, she put down her bowl and chopsticks and hurriedly went out, just returning now.

Tiger quickly put down what he was doing, went over to help her with her things, "Sister Claire, you’ve worked hard."

"Not hard. Just tough."

Hearing this, Tiger paused for a moment, asking with concern, "How was the emergency patient at noon?"

At the mention of this, she got angry.

Claire furrowed her brows, "It wasn’t even an acute abdominal problem; it was a wealthy family who didn’t want to wait for my appointments next week and booked an emergency to have me visit their home."

Hearing this.

Tiger was speechless, "Isn’t this purely causing trouble? Too obnoxious."

Claire took a deep breath and went back to Sinclair Apothecary, directly to the computer by the counter, searched for the information of those unvisited patients, and browsed through the addresses they left.

She took out her phone to check each one.

All the addresses left by the patients were villa areas.

She got up early for two days, working hard for visits, but ended up diagnosing patients with insomnia looking for health methods, not bedridden ones.

Now it seems, probably those unvisited patients were in similar situations.

After thinking for a while, Claire said, "Tiger, check their symptoms again, and if possible, add them on WeChat for a video call to see if they’re truly bedridden. And add that if any information is false, they have to pay twenty times the consultation fee and medical expenses."

Tiger immediately noticed something was off, "Sister Claire, the patients you’ve seen these days, none are bedridden?"

"Yes, they were scams." Her gentle face was full of sorrow.

Tiger frowned, feeling apologetic, "I’m sorry, Sister Claire, it was my mistake that made you run in vain."

"It’s not your fault, they’re just crafty people, probably had excuses ready. Just now that patient said she was fine after going to the bathroom and asked me how to nourish her body and cure her hair loss problem."

"..." Tiger was instantly speechless, puzzled, "These people looking for you, are they all from wealthy families?"

Claire nodded, "Checked the addresses just now, seems so."

"But why are they all coming together?"

Claire guessed, "Probably the emergency I did at the city hospital last time got around in their circle. They probably don’t want to come here and wait in line, so they found convenience in home visits."

She then relaxed, "It’s alright, after all, they have money, if they lie, twenty times the consultation fee and medical expenses, I’ll feel a bit more balanced."

"Okay. Sister Claire, go rest first, I’ll handle these."

"Mm."

Tiger put down the medical bag, brought in the herbs from outside, and started checking them one by one.