Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 184: Just Hearing About You Gives Me a Headache

Chapter 184: Chapter 184: Just Hearing About You Gives Me a Headache

The round table was already crowded with people, and all eyes were on her.

"Claire, long time no see."

Claire Prescott looked at the person speaking, a slight ripple flashed in her eyes, but she quickly composed herself and called him, "Uncle Cheney."

It was Uncle Cheney, who used to frequently visit Sinclair Apothecary to consult her grandpa.

Unexpectedly, this turned out to be his home, and he was Sharon’s father.

Dad Cheney warmly invited her to sit next to his daughter, "Sharon mentioned you would come over today. I thought of visiting The Incense Room to see you, but I saw you were busy, so I didn’t want to disturb."

At that moment.

Mia squeezed in between Claire Prescott and her own mother, saying, "I want to sit next to sister and mom."

Hearing her call Claire "sister," Dad Cheney patiently corrected her, "Mia, it’s not appropriate to call her sister, it messes up the generational hierarchy, you should call her auntie."

As a servant moved a chair over, Mia obediently corrected herself and called her auntie.

Actually, it didn’t matter what she called Claire Prescott, but from the corner of her eye, she could feel a sharp gaze, coming from that person regarded as the guest of honor.

She naturally met Old Mrs. Lowell’s eyes.

Seeing this, Dad Cheney promptly introduced her to everyone.

Claire Prescott followed along and addressed everyone politely.

"This is my mother’s friend, the matriarch of The Lowell Family, just call her Grandma Lowell."

Claire Prescott tightened her voice and called out, "Grandma Lowell."

Only to see her still scrutinizing, nodding expressionlessly under everyone’s watchful gaze.

Understanding generational introduction etiquette is especially important in prestigious families, which she naturally knew.

Dad Cheney introduced to Old Mrs. Lowell, "This is a young doctor from Sinclair Apothecary, I used to consult her grandpa frequently about medicinal herbs."

Old Mrs. Lowell’s presence remained composed, "I know, my grandson’s girlfriend."

One statement instantly shocked everyone, leading them to look at the two in disbelief.

Claire Prescott maintained her composure and met Old Mrs. Lowell’s gaze, "I didn’t expect to meet you here."

The atmosphere at the dining table instantly became particularly delicate, leaving people unsure of the relationship’s quality, but only sensing alienation between them.

"That’s quite a coincidence indeed." Dad Cheney hurriedly eased the atmosphere, diverting attention, "Let’s eat first, before the dishes get cold."

Claire Prescott calmly shifted her gaze.

At this moment, Mia placed a piece of beef on Claire’s plate, her grape-like sparkling eyes fixated on her, couldn’t help but say, "Sister is really beautiful."

The place instantly warmed up due to this child’s innocent words.

Sharon Cheney asked her, "Sister is a doctor of traditional medicine; when you grow up, do you want to learn traditional medicine from her to help others?"

"I want to."

Claire Prescott smiled, "Then I’ll wait for you to grow up and come find me, okay?"

"Okay." Mia replied too adorably.

Dad Cheney asked at this point, "How did your incense lesson go today?"

Claire Prescott responded, "I’ve already learned."

"Flu season is approaching, your clinic being on the front line, you encounter many patients, so make sure to take preventive measures regularly."

Sharon Cheney promptly added, "Claire came to make preventative incense, thinking that smoking was too harsh on patients, so they came specifically to look for improvement methods. The wonder of traditional medicine lies in treating before illness, I feel she will surely shine in the field of traditional medicine in the future."

Dad Cheney nodded in approval, "She’s already quite impressive now, has some fame, Elder Sinclair often praises you in front of me for being diligent and eager to learn, surpassing even his reading."

Claire Prescott humbly replied, "It’s my grandpa who taught me well."

The elderly gentleman at the head seat also praised to Old Mrs. Lowell, "Ten years ago I visited Sinclair Apothecary for treatment, she sat beside her grandpa; after her grandpa checked my pulse, she did too, and the prescription she wrote was identical to her grandpa’s, she was amazing for her age, having such a granddaughter-in-law would be a blessing."

Seeing the family incessantly praising Claire Prescott, Old Mrs. Lowell remained silent, periodically glancing at her.

The young woman stood gracefully, serene and elegant in manner, yet steady and composed.

This plunged her again into deep thought...

After lunch.

Claire Prescott didn’t stay long, confirming the number of electronic incense burners needed with Sharon Cheney before preparing to leave.

Sharon intended to escort her back, but unexpectedly, they encountered Old Mrs. Lowell at the entrance of the courtyard.

After meeting.

Old Mrs. Lowell spoke slowly, "Let me take you back."

Just from this one sentence, Claire Prescott got into her car.

Alongside the driver, there were only the three of them, the air subtly infused with a deep fragrance of dragon musk.

Despite the comfort of the seats, she felt somewhat like sitting on pins and needles.

Finally.

She couldn’t help but gently remind, "Grandma Lowell, please fasten your seatbelt."

Old Mrs. Lowell opened her mouth, "I don’t like wearing seatbelts, it feels stifling."

Claire Prescott advised, "For your safety, it’s better to fasten your seatbelt."

Old Mrs. Lowell didn’t comply, changing the subject, "Aren’t you a doctor of traditional medicine? Analyze for me, recently all I hear from relatives and friends is praise for you, every time they mention you, I get a headache, does this mean I’m ill?"

Claire Prescott understood the implication in her words, she herself was the "illness."

She feigned lightness, "When you hear it often, you get used to it, however, if I could hear your sincere praise, I might feel truly happy."

"You’re not answering my question."

Claire Prescott’s voice gradually became lighter, "The problem lies within yourself, yet you attribute the illness to a doctor you’ve never met, that’s unfair to me, moreover, this is a psychological contradiction, not a psychological disorder."

Saying this, Claire Prescott leaned over, pulled her seatbelt, and briskly clicked it into place, "Rather than worrying about this, worry more about your safety risks."

Afterward.

She leaned back to her seat and maintained silence.

Old Mrs. Lowell had nothing left to say, glancing sideways at the delicate, elegant face.

The skin as pure as snow, fine and fair.

Honestly, her appearance was endearing, just a glance would make the mind exceptionally calm, as if they found a piece of untouched beauty in the world.

In fact, when she leaned over to fasten the seatbelt earlier, a warm sensation filled her heart, stirring a desire to hug her soft and fragrant being, like succumbing to some enchantment.

She adjusted the seatbelt, unable to resist speaking to her, "Did you grow up living with your grandparents?"

"Yes."

"The Prescott Family willing to let you live in that rundown alley?"

Claire Prescott responded, "I chose to stay with my grandparents, life here is good, no need for them to worry."