"Grandpa, Keane Lowell treats me quite…"
Claire Prescott hadn't finished her sentence before the old doctor interrupted, "I'll speak with him, don't butt in."
She immediately fell silent and glanced at Keane Lowell.
At the same time, under the table, Keane Lowell took her hand and placed it on his leg soothingly.
In the past.
They had met and exchanged words before.
Since there's been no opposition to them being together until now, this meeting should yield the same result.
It's just more formal this time; the elder can't help but be earnest.
He understands.
The old doctor continued: "Businessmen care too much about profit; in any relationship, they always consider their interests first. I initially disagreed with her finding a businessman, but fate brought you together, and you've been involved for some time now, so I have nothing much to say. I have taught her to see people at their lowest, though I don't know if she listened."
