Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 115: Utter Defeat

Even though she was out relaxing, Second Miss Thorne’s makeup was exquisite, and even her hairstyle was carefully designed.

She looked sullen and didn’t respond at all.

Just as the words were about to fall to the ground.

Serena Thorne replied, "Grandfather scolded me a few days ago, and I still haven’t recovered."

Miles Morgan smiled faintly, pouring two cups of tea in front of them, "Who hasn’t been scolded by family at some point growing up? A bit of naughtiness leads to more scolding. Listen and change, and things will move on. Don’t take it to heart."

"You know my sister has been doted on by the family since she was little. They can’t bear to say a harsh word to her. At even a slight scolding, tears fall like beads off a broken string."

Shelby Thorne nudged her, complaining, "Sis, show a little mercy."

Serena smiled, her eyes unconsciously revealing an indulgent fondness.

But that graceful, gentle smile was entirely captured by Miles, like a glimpse of spring, leaving him momentarily stunned.

Yet he quickly returned to his senses, smiling happily.

"So the sister brings the little sister out to relax, spoiling her. Despite having many worries of her own, she prioritizes her sister’s emotions."

At these words.

Serena’s smile faded away.

She naturally understood the subtext of his words.

She was cheated on, trapped in an unfortunate and embarrassing marriage. Even though things were dire, she was still worried about her sister’s emotions and took her out to relax.

Although the issue with Milton Rivers and the actress hadn’t become widely known, it had spread privately within their circle. She had also heard several times about Milton bringing the actress out in public.

And naturally, she was deeply ensnared in those rumors, becoming the subject of others’ gossiping over meals.

Every time she recalled their engagement party, where they flirted openly in front of her, it made her uncomfortable.

She smiled faintly.

Taking a sip of tea, her eyes revealed calmness and sharpness, "What I didn’t want, what others have used, I find dirty. When we signed the prenuptial agreement, my marriage with him was already dead in name, leaving only benefits."

After a pause.

A sharp gleam passed through her eyes as she said calmly, "All I want is the benefits. Since they don’t give me face, I don’t intend to make things easy for them, so I’ll tightly hold onto Milton Rivers’ hand and join him in the halls of marriage. In any case, I won’t dissolve the marriage; even in death, he’ll be my first husband."

Her words were somewhat eerie, as if a chill wind was creeping down one’s spine.

However.

Talking about Milton Rivers, Shelby got angry: "My sister is so pure and unattainable, no one can match her. Him getting engaged to my sister is a blessing from his past life. If it hadn’t been for someone stepping in back then, that mistress’s face would have been ruined by me long ago."

Miles advised, "Second Miss Thorne, it’s better for us to remain civilized and law-abiding."

Shelby’s tone got the better of her, "Who does my sister think she is, and who does that mistress think she is? She’s just a scrap dealer, yet she dares to disregard my sister, stepping on her head. If it were you, could you stand it?"

Miles said calmly, "I only know that all men are created equal, regardless of their status. Besides, that actress has been by Milton Rivers’ side for quite a while now."

"So you’re saying my sister came between them?"

"You’ve misunderstood, little sister. I didn’t mean that—just stating the facts."

Shelby snorted coldly.

She was already troubled by the mistress stealing her sister’s fiancé, and now a friend of the mistress took away the person she liked.

How could she not hate it?

The depression and melancholy were because a few days ago, she had paid someone to seek revenge on Claire Prescott at Sinclair Apothecary. Unexpectedly, the person couldn’t do anything, and Keane Lowell found out and traced it back to her, even coming to the Thorne Family for an explanation a few days ago.

His expression was too cold, every word carried an oppressive force. His cold, indifferent gaze seemed to scrape her skin with icy blades.

Yet he remained calm throughout, speaking directly, with a composed and elegant demeanor of a superior, making one take his every word seriously amidst the leisurely tone.

She apologized and promised not to do anything similar to Claire Prescott again.

But he was still not satisfied.

Her grandfather, helpless, mentioned a favor done for him last time, and only then ended the matter.

The whole family finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Later.

Her grandfather called her into the study for a scolding.

Only then did she learn what kind of favor her grandfather did for Keane at the auction, also realizing Claire Prescott was not just a doctor at Sinclair Apothecary but also the granddaughter of the former wealthiest man in Valoria.

At this news, she naturally broke down inside.

She had met Claire Prescott once at her sister’s engagement party. At that time, when people gossiped that she was Keane Lowell’s companion, she didn’t believe it, thinking an ordinary person who couldn’t even rent a dress couldn’t possibly catch Keane Lowell’s eye, much less be worthy to stand beside him, so she hadn’t taken her seriously.

Who knew she was a lady of The Valorian Circle, and Keane Lowell would go so far as to protect her, even at odds with the Thorne Family.

In the end, she was the one slapped in the face, losing completely...

The atmosphere was a bit stiff.

At this moment, Serena shifted the topic, "Did a friend come by just now?"

Miles lifted his gaze, glancing at Shelby.

The Thorne Family’s sister’s affection for Keane Lowell was legendary within the circle, known to all, but no one dared mention it in front of Keane.

For such a noble, being liked and entangled by someone so unreasonable was actually an insult.

Sensing his hesitation, Serena let out a light chuckle, "Why, what kind of friend is so mysterious you dare not mention?"

"No such thing," Miles laughed along, "it’s just someone the little sister desires but can’t have. I’m afraid mentioning it would upset her."

Upon hearing this, Shelby’s eyes lit up, "Keane Lowell is here?"

Miles turned his head, glancing at the two people still playing under the shade.

The Thorne sisters followed his gaze.

At once, they spotted the figures under the intense sun’s shade, a man in a shirt and trousers fitting closely, his figure tall, like jade, nearly obscuring a woman’s silhouette. Though no clear faces could be seen, one could vaguely see him tenderly embracing the woman as they swung the club together.

The intimate posture was strikingly eye-catching.

"Who’s that woman?" Shelby asked coldly.

Even though she had some guesses, she thought a person like Keane who valued chastity would not be so promiscuous as to get involved with others.

Miles sipped his tea, "His girlfriend, quite good-looking."

He left it at that.

Watching her expression change like a spectator at a show.

Just now, she was calling another a mistress; now, seeing them love each other, can she still maintain her propriety?