Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 157

So, from the beginning until now, her family has never agreed to her being with Keane Lowell. Before, they only agreed to let her return to the capital and never tacitly approved of their relationship.

But it’s okay, as long as her grandparents don’t oppose it.

In any case.

No matter what happens in the future, she absolutely cannot let go of Keane’s hand easily.

Indeed, it was quite a simple dinner gathering between the two families.

However, after the meal scattered, Jericho Prescott kept the siblings behind.

As the Lancasters left, the entire private room was left to just the three of them, father and his two children. The atmosphere was as cold as it could be when no one spoke.

Jericho Prescott was in middle age, with a few strands of white hair inevitable on his head, and his weathered face appeared especially grim and indifferent under the cold light.

Claire Prescott feared him, she had feared him since childhood.

Even if she often argued with him before, facing his anger, no matter if she was right or wrong, she always felt dread afterward.

Last time she returned to Valoria, she could clearly feel her father deliberately trying to bridge the distance between them as father and daughter.

And now.

It seems that everything has returned to the original, her father’s desire for control over her has never disappeared.

Claire instinctively clenched her phone, no longer looking at that stern face.

At that moment, a deep voice came forth.

"How far have you and Keane developed?" Jericho Prescott’s tone carried a faint pressure.

How far.

She herself wasn’t sure.

Anyway, they had already done everything couples do.

She tightened her fist and responded, "It’s as you know, I’m already living with him."

As soon as she finished speaking.

Jericho Prescott’s anger immediately flared up, and although he tried to suppress it, his tone still had a hint of menace: "I don’t agree with what’s going on between you two, I’ve told you before."

"He treats me well, I..."

She hadn’t finished her sentence when Jericho cut in: "You could be treated well by another person too. Your brother should have reminded you before, there’s a grudge between our families. When it comes to talking about marriage, would his family accept you? Would they treat you well?"

This statement left Claire speechless and hit her heart hard.

Keane promised that he would handle everything.

She naturally believed him, but his promise held no persuasion in front of her father.

Jericho took a deep breath.

"The marriage between you two won’t end well."

"Ethan seems quite decent, calm in action. Although the Lancaster Family’s background is slightly worse than the Lowell Family, it has the advantage of good relations with the Prescott Family."

"The Lancaster Family’s kindness towards you is evident. If you marry into their family, your life there certainly won’t be bad."

He continued to gently persuade her.

Claire’s mind was dazed, and she hadn’t caught a single word, "I only like Keane, I don’t want anyone else. If I have to face someone I don’t like every day, I’d rather not marry at all."

"Not marrying is still better than marrying into the Lowell Family. He’s sweet-talking you now, with..."

Jericho’s words were cut short as the room’s door was pushed open from the outside.

He glanced towards the doorway.

The siblings also turned their heads in succession to see Keane Lowell standing at the door.

He wore a smoky gray shirt, his slacks wrapped around his legs smoothly, with pale white light stacking on his body, eyes dark and radiant, exuding a pressing aura.

As he approached steadily, Claire’s heart tightened, while Jericho’s face grew increasingly ugly.

Claire got up and walked over to him, her voice choked, "Why did you come?"

Keane grasped her hand in his palm, looking straight at the person in the chief position.

In the silence, a taste of smoke seemed to disperse.

The man tightened his grip on her hand, speaking coldly: "If you have any questions, Uncle, you can directly confront me instead of troubling Claire."

Saying this, even the standing angle was unique, as if the Prescott family’s treasure was already his person, and he could make decisions for her.

"Claire is my daughter; it’s not up to an outsider like you to interfere in Prescott Family affairs." Jericho exclaimed in wrath, eyes filled with fierce light.

Keane replied indifferently, "It’s abrupt of me to barge in, but I came for one thing: I will not allow her to mingle with other men. No matter whom the Prescott Family plans to marry her off to, I will leave no stone unturned in taking her away."

"How dare you."

Keane ignored his fury, turned his head and led Claire by the hand, leaving with her.

Watching the two of them depart, Jericho was livid, his face turned ashen, and angry veins throbbed on his temples, unable to say a word.

The entire private room was left to just father and son, the pressure sinking to the lowest point.

Finn Prescott frowned and remained silent, unexpected at Keane having such a true character, daringly bold in front of her family, snatching her away in front of the elders, leaving no face.

With such an attitude, how can he give their family peace of mind to entrust his sister to him in the future?

Jericho spoke coldly, "Didn’t I tell you to keep a good eye on your sister, did you turn my instructions into passing noise?"

The responsibility fell onto him.

Finn answered, "Sister grew up in Sinclair Apothecary, well looked after by the two elders. She also has her own opinions, she can distinguish between genuine intentions and sweet words."

He continued to reassure: "Sister’s sentiment earlier is that if the Lowell Family treats her poorly, she wouldn’t lightly marry out."

Born and raised in the love of two elders, she wouldn’t be foolish enough to compromise for a man, suffering in the Lowell Family.

Yet.

Keane’s attitude just now, too domineering, such a man isn’t suitable for her.

It made Jericho even more uneasy, his thick eyebrows deeply furrowed.

Perhaps, he needs to be even more forceful.

...

Claire felt a mix of emotions as she followed Keane’s stride out of the restaurant.

She said nothing, but after getting into the car, she directly crossed over the console, sat on his lap and embraced him tightly, her heartbeat was clear and strong, with a dull ache.

Even, she felt a sense of closeness and distance with him.

Previously, she felt that the Lowell family’s master was unattainable, and now, her identity as a Prescott made her feel there was a gap between them, difficult to cross. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

She wanted to hold onto him even tighter.

"President Lowell, I’m a bit scared, I’m afraid others might tear us apart." Her eyes were a bit moist, her voice slightly trembling.

Keane felt a pang of heartache, soothingly stroked her back, "With me here, don’t be afraid."

In the dim car cabin.

Claire embraced him tighter, though she didn’t want to face the upsetting matters, yet now it seemed he was taking all the pressure alone.

He refuses to tell her anything, could it be that unseen, he is silently enduring things alone?