Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 140: Breaking Up the Lovers

A brief moment of contemplation.

Keane Lowell responded calmly and rationally, "Grandmother, the company has been busy lately, and the AI project is still under negotiation and discussion with the German partners. Important meetings are scheduled for the next two days."

Old Mrs. Lowell didn’t expect him to be able to distinguish between priorities under such circumstances, and use company matters against her.

Her face darkened slightly, "If that’s the case, then break up with her."

As soon as she spoke.

Keane’s lips tightened, his brows furrowed into a sharp line.

His eyes half-closed, then he calmly left his seat without saying a word, nodded politely as he left.

Old Mrs. Lowell hurriedly called out, "Where are you going?"

Keane turned half his face back and replied in a deep voice, "To the ancestral hall."

Finished speaking, he turned and walked away.

His tall and firm back gradually disappeared before them.

Madeline White’s lips curved into a small smile. When her mother-in-law’s gaze passed over, she restrained it a bit, "Mom, if there’s nothing else, I’ll be heading back first."

Old Mrs. Lowell immediately placed the blame on her, "If you hadn’t been indulging him just now, he wouldn’t dare disobey me like this."

Madeline helplessly replied in a gentle voice, "Keane is almost thirty, he doesn’t need to listen to anyone. He has his own opinions, and he definitely won’t let our Lowell Family suffer losses. You must trust him completely."

"Besides, forcing him to break up is wrong."

Old Mrs. Lowell said with emphasis, "I’m doing this for him, for the good of the Lowell Family."

Madeline advised, "But you can’t just dismiss her because she’s a Prescott. If you truly care for Keane, you should try to understand him."

Old Mrs. Lowell suddenly found herself speechless.

Seeing that she did not press further, Madeline made one last remark and quietly left, chasing her son.

Caught up in the corridor.

Upon hearing footsteps, Keane turned to look and greeted, "Mom."

The mother and son walked side by side, the thin light making their shadows appear particularly long.

Madeline regained her maternal warmth and gently asked him, "Is it really Claire or no one?"

"Thank you for supporting me just now."

Madeline curiously asked, "When did you and Claire meet?"

"I saw her a couple of times when she was in middle school."

"Middle school?!" Madeline’s pupils shook, "Could it be that you were interested in her back then?"

Keane explained, "She just left a strong impression on me, that’s all, not liking."

Madeline pursued, "Then when did you start liking her?"

"In a true sense, I wanted to interact with her when I first returned to the country."

Upon hearing this.

Madeline breathed a sigh of relief and asked again, "Does her family know about you two?"

"I’ve met her grandfather, on the Prescott’s side." Keane paused, "It’s not important."

At this moment, arriving at the fork in the road, Keane called out, "Mom, take care."

Madeline reminded, "There are lots of mosquitoes at night, remember to light the mosquito incense when you get to the ancestral hall."

"Alright."

...

Elsewhere.

At the party house.

Six people gathered around a mahjong table, Claire Prescott’s hands were delicate and fair, her round fingertips handling the tiles skillfully, as if the mundane game elevated under her control.

On the tea table beside her, were two empty bottles of cocktails.

Yvonne Lancaster sat beside her, watching silently, without speaking.

Iris Yates sat opposite her, seeing her lose five games consecutively, deliberately played a nine-dot tile.

As the tile was played, before Claire noticed, other players immediately spotted the trick and warned, "You’re letting her win too obviously, Claire already has three nine-dot tiles out there."

Iris smiled, "Sorry, I really didn’t notice."

As she was about to pick up the tile, Claire quickly reacted and grabbed the nine-dot tile back, "Once a tile is played, like spilled water, there’s no reason to take it back."

Seeing this.

The group indulgently shook their heads.

However, when it came time for the next player to draw, he smiled broadly, "Self-pick."

Then he overturned his tiles.

After checking, others laughed at his good luck.

He feigned humility, "If it wasn’t for Iris giving away that tile, it would have been really hard to win this hand. How could I have drawn the last six dot otherwise?"

"Come, come, except for Claire, two drinks each."

Another person watching the game enthusiastically poured them drinks, accompanied by the noisy and crisp sounds of mahjong, saying, "What’s wrong with Claire tonight, she’s lost a few games in a row."

"Hasn’t won at all." Claire resignedly accepted the drink, then looked at the silent observer beside her.

"If you can’t drink anymore, I can do it for you." Yvonne offered eagerly.

In fact, she had already offered this before the game started.

Not only did she help block drinks, her other friend Iris also offered, others were just teasing, and didn’t oppose.

It’s clear she was undoubtedly the group’s darling.

However, her next words left them all speechless.

Claire said, "Are you blocking my feng shui?"

It was clearly a joke, Yvonne didn’t mind, but said the truth, "I suspect you don’t know how to play mahjong."

As soon as these words were out, others burst into laughter, "The person beside you is a pro, though playing takes some luck with the tiles, she’s silently remembering every tile everyone plays."

Yvonne replied, "Then it’s because her mind isn’t on the game."

They guessed, "Could be she drank too much."

Claire smiled without saying anything, sipping her cocktail slowly until finished, "Play two more rounds then I’m done, my family is strict, won’t allow me to return home this late."

"But we planned an all-nighter, if you can’t hold on, sleep here is fine."

Claire shook her head, "No, I’m particular about beds."

No one forced her, they moved on to the next round.

Claire checked the time, then asked Yvonne, "It’s late, aren’t your family worried you staying out?"

"I called my brother to come pick me up."

Upon hearing mention of her brother, Claire decided not to respond.

Two games finished.

Claire got up, toasted them, "You all play, I’m heading back."

Perhaps the alcohol was taking effect, her voice was slightly unsteady, cheeks beautifully flushed as if wearing blush.

Though it was low-proof cocktail, she drank rather much.

Iris couldn’t help worrying, "Let me take you home."

"No need, I’m not drunk, you all enjoy."

After speaking, Claire put down her glass and left the gaming room with her phone.

Seeing her little follower go out after her, they had no extra concerns, soon replaced by someone who had been watching the game...

Mahjong sounds grew distant.

Standing in the lobby couldn’t hear the noise, instead, ran into Zara Leighton, drunkenly collapsed over the dining table.

The whole place was quiet, even their footsteps echoed.

Being here naturally felt safe.

Claire didn’t interfere, walked out of the villa.

Yvonne quickly grabbed her, "Claire, why not wait for my brother’s car together."