Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 109: Madeline White Lends a Hand 2

In fact, fifteen minutes ago, Claire Prescott had entered the old doctor’s consultation room and hadn’t come out yet.

It was only because the patient’s family came to deliver a banner for her, and within less than two minutes, the news spread throughout the entire clinic.

When the old doctor heard the news, he sensed something was amiss.

Actually, ever since she went out for an emergency visit that day, he had been feeling vaguely uneasy.

It’s just that now he was old and busy with work all day long, always forgetting things. Now that these two things were linked together, he couldn’t help but call her over for a talk.

Claire Prescott naturally recounted the details of the visit completely.

Visibly, the old doctor’s brows and eyes kept drooping, his brows tightly knitted together.

He suddenly stood up, walked to the door, closed it, and started to reprimand her.

Even though the patient had already recovered under her care, the old doctor was still very dissatisfied with her prescription, saying she shouldn’t have used it and advised her not to use it in the future.

Claire Prescott stood there honestly, nodding repeatedly, without any retort.

Seeing her unusual behavior, the old doctor thought she was using some other trick to cope, learning the art of ingratiating.

Finally.

Claire Prescott "happily received" a massive gift of copying the "Student Rules" thirty times.

She weakly said, "I saved a person, and instead of praise, I’m being punished..."

The old doctor solemnly said, "Fifty times."

"..."

Claire Prescott dared not say anything more and came out of the old doctor’s office with a worried face.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone waiting at her office door, clearly seeing who it was, and while entering the room, she was told, "Come inside with me."

All her low spirits were noticed by Madeline White, who silently followed her inside.

Seeing her take a deep breath out, her clear, bright eyes opened round in surprise upon seeing her, and then hurriedly stood up from her seat.

"Aunt Maddie..."

Claire Prescott’s first reaction upon seeing her was naturally the bewilderment and surprise of seeing an idol suddenly visit.

But that feeling was quickly overshadowed by another emotion.

Because she was acutely aware that the person before her was Madeline White, and more importantly, Keane Lowell’s mother.

Madeline White’s face slowly lifted into a gentle, elegant smile, "Claire, long time no see."

As soon as she spoke, her voice was especially gentle, her brows and eyes like a painting, her whole body wrapped in a simple elegant qipao, emanating a feminine charm akin to a wine aged to perfection, inviting remembrance.

That disposition was naturally approachable.

The sense of nervousness Claire Prescott felt in her heart was also somewhat alleviated, she smiled and greeted her, "Aunt Maddie, what brings you here?"

"I came to see you."

Madeline White placed some pastries on her desk, "See what I brought you."

Her tone was like coaxing a child, especially warm and gentle, sounding particularly kind.

All of these things, Claire Prescott could sense.

Seeing the trademark of The Jade Pavilion, her eyes immediately brightened, "How did you know I like snacks from this place?"

"Keane told me." Madeline White followed up by carefully bringing out a bottle of warming uterus soup from the bag, "I heard your period started, so I specially asked them to make a bowl of soup to warm you up."

"This... he told you that too?"

"Yes."

Madeline White personally opened the lid, handed her a spoon, "It’s still a bit hot, be careful when you drink it."

Claire Prescott for a moment didn’t know how to accept Madeline White’s kindness, nor did she react immediately.

She formally said thank you, then sat down to slowly drink the soup.

Previously, when treating Uncle Lancaster in the hospital, she had been worried about her situation with Keane Lowell for a while, but now it seemed that Aunt Maddie obviously already knew about their relationship and didn’t oppose it.

So why was she still feeling nervous now.

Thinking of this.

Claire Prescott’s burden in her heart disappeared completely, and a smile unknowingly spread across her lips.

Madeline White glanced around her office environment.

Not seeing a single banner, probably because the young girl was low-key and had put it away. Her gaze fell on the flowers inserted in the vase on the windowsill, she tentatively commented, "Those flowers are quite pretty."

Claire Prescott followed her gaze.

They were exactly the bouquet of flowers Keane Lowell had given her a couple of days ago.

Whenever she looked at those flowers, she would think of Keane Lowell, as if he were right there with her.

She smiled gently, "I think they’re pretty too. Looking up at them lifts my spirits."

Speaking of mood.

Madeline White changed the subject, "I saw you looking down when you came back just now, did something happen?"

Claire Prescott shook her head, "Nothing, just wasn’t in the right state to realize it was you, Aunt Maddie. Please don’t mind my oversight."

Only then did she realize her neglect, hurriedly inviting her to sit down.

She let her sit exactly where Keane Lowell often sat.

Madeline White rested her hand on her forehead, quietly watching her profile.

The more she looked, the more pleasing to the eye it became, marveling at her son’s good taste for finding such a delightful, icy-hearted young girl, although the relationship between the two families might be tricky to navigate.

However, when she noticed the golden ring on her right hand, she couldn’t help but feel a little unsettled.

It truly was too plain and simple, not something her son would likely give.

Noticing her gaze.

Claire Prescott took the initiative to explain, "This was given to me by my boyfriend."

For a moment, Madeline White’s expression froze, a hint of disbelief in her eyes, and awkwardly laughed, "His taste is indeed unique."

"I think it’s pretty."

Madeline White indulgently smiled, "This is what they call ’beauty in the eyes of the beholder.’"

With her senior making such a jest, Claire Prescott felt a bit flushed all over.

For some reason, even though the person in front of her was the idol she had adored for so many years, today she couldn’t see her as such, more as an elder, Keane Lowell’s mother.

But.

In her heart, it was still very warm, as she was receiving care and affection from her boyfriend’s mother, a feeling similar to having a family.

Madeline White observed her embarrassment.

Just then, a patient arrived.

She didn’t delay the young girl’s work, went forward to tidy up the desk, and said to the patient, "Sorry, I came to check on my child and brought her some food, please excuse me."

The patient was understanding, "No worries, I’ll wait outside."

Madeline White gratefully replied, "Thank you."

She turned back to look at those bright red cheeks and cautioned, "If you ever feel down in the future, you can call me or Keane, no need to bottle it up inside."

"Okay. Aunt Maddie..."

Seeing her hesitate, Madeline White guessed and asked with a smile, "Do you want a hug?"

Claire Prescott’s eyes lit up, then she shook her head with a smile and boldly said, "I’d like a kiss... on the forehead, if that’s okay?"

That smile was pure and bright under the light, exuding a subtle luster.

Madeline White saw this and her fondness for her inexplicably intensified.

She stepped forward to embrace the young girl and, at her request, kissed her forehead...