Yet, Old Mrs. Lowell remained convinced she had suffered hardships.
She had fully grasped the young girl's background by now—aside from her identity as a member of the Prescott Family, there truly was nothing else to criticize. She was a clean and innocent young lady.
It's just pitiful that she lost her mother at an early age, grew up in a medical practice, and walked a difficult path. As modern medicine advances, only those like them remain steadfast in preserving traditional Chinese medicine.
But.
Listening to her story, the headache was real; her excellence was an undeniable fact. She also believed this young girl would certainly achieve great things in the future.
If only she weren't a member of the Prescott Family.
"Wearing so little, aren't you cold?"
When Old Mrs. Lowell spoke with concern, a slight glimmer passed through Claire Prescott's eyes.
She turned her head to look at the elegantly noble elder beside her.
