Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 90: Try Touching Her and See What Happens

Chapter 90: Chapter 90: Try Touching Her and See What Happens

So, the front desk clerk Tiger saw them return to their respective clinics one by one, their faces heavy.

Although this place is far from their courtyard, Claire’s voice can still be faintly heard.

Looking at it now, her uncle’s family is truly troublesome...

He sighed and continued sorting the medicinal herbs.

A ruckus is a ruckus.

No matter how unsatisfactory life can be, one must calmly continue with their work.

When there were no patients, Claire Prescott went to the finance office to chat briefly with Uncle Sterling.

Uncle Sterling reassured, "Don’t worry, as long as I’m here, no one can touch the money in the clinic."

As he spoke, he couldn’t help but curse, "Your uncle and his family are really no good."

Both in the clinic.

His office is just a wall away from their family courtyard.

During idle times, looking out the window, one can see the messy affairs of Elder Sinclair’s family.

Her uncle’s demeanor is like a ruffian, akin to bandits coming to oppress, claiming to be family, yet they can’t compare to elder or junior physicians.

He couldn’t see the slightest resemblance between her uncle and Elder Sinclair.

"In any case, Sinclair Apothecary is Sinclair Apothecary, my uncle is my uncle. If he dares to openly fight or secretly compete, I won’t hold back."

After finishing her words, Claire left the finance office and went directly to the elder doctor to bring Septima over.

By noon, she took the two elderly folks out to eat.

The entire family is indulged, only Sophia Lowe cooks, but she’s lazy, always waiting for Septima to return home to cook for them.

By twelve-thirty at noon, Septima hadn’t returned.

Eventually, Sophia Lowe couldn’t endure her hunger anymore and went to see if there were any ingredients at home, searching around and only found a raw egg, not a grain of rice.

Sophia Lowe, simmering with anger, called Septima.

As soon as the call connected, she didn’t have a chance to speak before it was hung up.

On the other end.

Claire Prescott turned off Septima’s phone, handed it back to her, "There’s no need to guess; they’re definitely calling to get you back to cook lunch. Let them sort their own meal; it’s none of our concern."

"What if they have other reasons to find me?"

Claire assured, "They won’t have any other reasons. I’m just taking you out for lunch; if there’s anything pressing, it won’t be too late to handle it when we return."

Arriving at the tea house.

Before coming, Claire had ordered dishes according to the older folks’ preferences.

This wasn’t their first visit, they’d often come here before.

The elders are picky; even when taken to a five-star restaurant, nothing pleases them despite the cleanliness and hygiene; only this tea house meets their approval.

Probably because this place has the bustling charm of a traditional tavern, and they enjoy watching the tea preparation here.

Moreover, they are familiar with the owner.

Ultimately, the elder doctor couldn’t resist scolding her for the morning’s incident, and Claire responded absent-mindedly while eating.

The matter passed like this.

Previously, if he heard her speaking like that, whether right or wrong, he would penalize her with scripture copying.

Fortunately, the elder doctor was understanding this time.

After the meal, it was time to pay.

The cashier said, "Someone has already settled the bill for you."

"Who paid?" Claire wondered.

The cashier pointed to the table by the window.

Looking over, it was Ethan Lancaster, Milton Rivers, and a group of young noblemen.

She calmly said, "Refund the payment, I’ll pay myself."

The cashier was in a bit of a dilemma.

But in the end, she complied with her request, found the bill, and re-swiped her card.

Afterward, Claire walked over towards them, her gaze fixed on Milton Rivers sitting on the single chair.

Seeing her appear, everyone’s gaze turned towards her.

"Oh~, isn’t this the junior physician." One of the young noblemen jibed.

Seeing her cold gaze fixed on him, Milton Rivers subtly sensed a hint of danger.

Yet, thinking she wouldn’t dare do anything rash.

He chuckled softly, full of disdain, taking a light sip from his cigar.

Simultaneously.

Unexpectedly, a cup of water splashed directly onto his face, extinguishing the cigar at his lips. Milton Rivers’s face was utterly drenched, the strands of hair on his forehead soaked.

A noble and elegant young man instantly became disheveled.

Everyone froze for a moment, their hearts seeming to skip a beat, staring incredulously at the young girl before them.

When Milton Rivers opened his eyes, his expression immediately changed, looking sharply at the person who splashed him with water, "Are you fucking looking for death?"

Claire Prescott didn’t let his rage affect her, merely set down the glass and gave him one last glance before turning to leave.

Witnessing her openly defying a noble scion one second and transforming into a considerate assistant the next, supporting the elderly out the door, Ethan Lancaster couldn’t help but smile faintly.

Yet, recalling she didn’t even look at him, the light in his eyes dimmed slightly.

At this moment.

Someone kindly handed over a blotter.

Milton Rivers took it, expressionless, wiped the water off his face, and tapped the wet cigar on the table, tidying up his embarrassed demeanor.

The person across from him comforted, "Young Master Rivers, don’t stoop to a woman’s level."

At those words, Milton Rivers flared up, coldly speaking, "She wasn’t pouring water on you."

Indeed.

Being inexplicably splashed with water, even Milton Rivers dared not retaliate, how could the others dare fight back.

Moreover, everyone knew the junior physician had The Lowell Family backing, who would easily dare offend.

Milton Rivers’s shirt was damp, losing any desire to continue dining with them.

He picked up the lighter, coldly said, "I’m leaving."

Then left.

However.

Upon exiting the tea house, Milton Rivers turned and reported the incident to Keane Lowell via his phone.

Despite calling Keane’s private number being futile, he eventually reached Assistant Cheney to help connect with Keane Lowell.

"What’s wrong with your woman? She just splashed me with water, you should at least give me an explanation, right?"

On the other end, the voice was indifferent and cold, "You should be looking for Zara Leighton."

Milton refused to relent, "If she weren’t your woman, after repeatedly ignoring me, I would have dealt with her."

"Try touching her."

A chill seemed to invade through the signal.

Milton Rivers contained his anger, yet felt dissatisfied, heading out angrily, "Do I have to avoid her whenever I see her in the future?!"

"I’d advise so."

His consistent indifference, with the calm composure of a superior, deterring anyone from easily offending him.

Milton Rivers completely lost his idea.

Before he could speak further, the call was already hung up.

Standing by his car, he calmed down for a while before abruptly opening the car door and getting inside.

Soon after came the heavy sound of the car door being slammed shut.

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