Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 143: Rushing Back to See Her

The four of them walked out of the courtyard surrounded by high walls at a leisurely pace.

They stopped at the entrance.

Keane Lowell apologized, "I’m sorry for the inadequate hospitality today. Please bear with it."

His deep, magnetic German had a sense of rationale. His white shirt tucked into his suit pants, his figure straight and tall. The afternoon sun made his cool demeanor clearly visible.

The two Germans laughed, "Not at all, your family is very kind."

"The company’s program is in testing. If you’re available, I’ll have my assistant take you to see it," Keane Lowell added, "I apologize. I’ve just received a message that something urgent requires my attention. I cannot accompany you today, but I’ll arrange another time to make amends."

He spoke tactfully, adept at handling such situations without any pressure. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"No problem," the two German business partners accepted it casually and were understanding.

Keane turned to Assistant Cheney and instructed, "Take them back to the company and treat them well."

Assistant Cheney nodded, "Alright."

In a flash.

The three of them got into the car, and two cars left one after the other.

After seeing them off, Keane Lowell’s voice was low, "Come out."

As soon as he spoke.

Zane White, arms crossed, walked out from behind the wall, leisurely looking at his cold profile, "What were you all talking about just now? I couldn’t understand a word."

However, all he got in response was silence.

The sudden visit by two foreigners during his confinement couldn’t possibly be a coincidence.

Zane had a theatrical look on his face, walking towards him step by step, "No wonder you made me send over the computer and power bank this morning, it turns out to create a busywork illusion for the company, fighting with your own body. You’ve really got some tricks. It didn’t even take a day for Your family to relent and let you out of the ancestral hall."

"It’s not an illusion," Keane stated deeply, his brow bone prominent and three-dimensional.

Indeed, he’s been busy lately.

The matter of him being confined in the ancestral hall was not disclosed to the two Germans; he simply invited them to visit his home after the meeting at noon.

During the encounter, he purposely steered the conversation towards the company, allowing him to quickly escape the courtyard.

Every part of it coordinated well with Assistant Cheney.

Zane dismissed it, "You’re bluffing. Even if the project is vital, there’s no need for them to come to your home in person. Even if you’re busy, there’s a degree of show involved."

Seeing him about to speak, Zane said, "Rebuttal is ineffective. I’ve already decided. Everything’s your maneuvering behind the scenes."

Keane admitted, "Yes. So what?"

The calm tone carried a sense of composure, as if everything was under his control.

Zane hit the nail on the head, "At this critical juncture, if I can see the issue, surely your grandmother can’t miss it."

"I’m aware," Keane said indifferently.

It’s nothing but a temporary expedient.

The matter between him and Claire Prescott wasn’t something that the entire Lowell Family would easily accept in a short time.

But he wouldn’t easily break up with his beloved due to family pressure.

"I’ll treat you next time. I have things to do, so I’ll head out first," Keane left those final words, then got into the driver’s seat with his car keys, and drove away from the courtyard.

Within just ten seconds, both he and the car disappeared from the courtyard entrance.

Zane watched, shaking his head unconsciously.

What a nonsense reason...

Clearly, he rushed back to see the little doctor.

To think that the usually aloof Young Master Lowell could fall in love so deeply and madly.

This period, perhaps, will bring him some hardships.

He’s shouldered all the pressure himself, refusing to let his beloved know.

But.

This can’t be hidden for long.

...

Claire Prescott, dressed in a loose white dress, leaned back on the single-seater sofa, picking up her phone and putting it down, then again picking it up to take a look.

The lit screen showed her chat with Keane Lowell.

The last message stayed at nine-thirty in the morning, asking when he would be back today.

His reply was only three words: Not sure.

Understanding he was busy, she didn’t dare send him another message or phone call, so she stayed alone in the study all morning.

Now.

She couldn’t help but think of him.

Yet, she didn’t want to disturb him at work.

For some reason, since she woke up today, she’s had a vague sense of unease.

She still remembered the conversation with Keane last night; in the end, when she asked if he missed her, he abruptly hung up, and afterward, there wasn’t even a single response.

At that time, under the influence of alcohol, she didn’t think much of it. She simply thought he was busy and had no time to pay her mind, without too much mood fluctuation.

Now upon reflection, was it because he was annoyed with her drunken chatter during work, so he hung up before she even finished speaking?

After all, during their previous conversations, this had never happened. So now, inevitably, it made her overthink.

After several moments of hesitation and struggle, she ultimately put down the phone, choosing not to disturb him, quietly leaning back on the sofa.

After a short while.

She stood up and walked outside to breathe fresh air.

A soft breeze gently brushed past, leaving an untouchable shadow under the fresh greenery, and the cicadas sang tirelessly, making the surroundings seem even quieter.

Stretching lazily, Claire turned to cut a few bunches of roses from the garden, returned to the study, arranged them in a vase, and then calmly copied books.

At this moment.

A knock on the door sounded.

Claire’s eyes lit up for a moment, but soon dimmed, for she knew it wasn’t Keane at the door.

Indeed, it was Auntie Susan who knocked.

"Miss, I’ve prepared some afternoon tea for you to try,"

Auntie Susan walked over, carrying a bowl of cool soup, and placed it steadily on the table.

Claire thanked her and then asked, "Auntie Susan, you seem a bit off today; each time you see me, it’s as if you have something to say, yet you end up saying nothing. Is something wrong at home?"

"No," Auntie Susan shook her head, drawing a gentle smile, "Everyone at home is fine."

Speaking.

She immediately changed the topic, "Miss, take your time to enjoy, I’m going to take care of other things."

Claire responded softly, "Okay."

She saw clearly as Auntie Susan lowered her gaze and turned away, a shadow of gloom crossed her face, such an expression had appeared frequently today, surely carrying something within her heart.

Whatever happened, Auntie Susan refused to say, and Claire didn’t press on.

It just felt strange.

No further thoughts.

She took a sip of the soup and picked up the pen again, dipping ink to transcribe the book.

When Auntie Susan returned downstairs, she unexpectedly encountered Keane Lowell’s returning figure.

She was surprised, instantly noticing his fatigue.

Wasn’t he confined in the Lowell Family’s ancestral hall, how was he here?

"Mas... Master," she called out as she came back to her senses, lowering her eyebrows slightly.

"Where is she?"

"Miss is in the study."

Keane took steps straight upstairs, heading to the study.