A Healer’s Journey

Chapter 3 Fateful Eighteen Needles

Eighteen Needles, Finnegan placed his palms on Bernice’s b*dy to give her a ma*sage that could induce sweating. Slowly, his palms began glowing red. That sight stunned Jennifer to no end. A complicated look appeared on her face when she realized her daughter had just been taken advantage of. Ten minutes later, Bernice’s skin began to flush with a rosy hue as she started sweating. The fragrance in the air had become more intense. Twenty minutes later, Bernice was drenched in sweat. Even her bedsheets were soaking wet. The room was filled with a soothing aroma, so sweet it was almost hypnotic. Almost half an hour had pa*sed, and Bernice stopped sweating. Finnegan exhaled sharply and began removing his gold needles. The moment the gold needles were removed, Bernice’s eyes snapped open. She immediately felt a cooling sensation and discovered she was n*ked and that there was a man standing next to her. Before Jennifer could express her delight, Bernice screamed and delivered a kick in Finnegan’s direction. “Scoundrel!” “She has sweated buckets. Feed her some water. I’m going to head out.” Bernice had pretty feet, but Finnegan didn’t like getting kicked. Besides, Bernice’s movements were too violent. He was at risk of having a nosebleed if he were to stay. Bernice felt her cheeks grow hot with embarra*sment as she angrily turned to her mother. “Did you really just sit there and let someone take advantage of me?” “Of course not. That young man came to treat you. You’ve been unconscious for over a month!” Jennifer burst into happy tears as she proceeded to explain everything to Bernice. After listening to her mother, Bernice felt her anger fading away. Nevertheless, she couldn’t help but feel shy as a man had seen her completely n*ked. “Where did you find him? What is his name?” Jennifer racked her brains and recalled the housekeeper announcing Finnegan’s arrival earlier. “He showed up here himself. If I remember correctly, his name is Finnegan Larkin.” “Finnegan Larkin? Did you say he’s Finnegan Larkin?” Patrick and Alexander had been waiting outside, so they naturally heard Bernice’s voice. “Thank you, Mr. Larkin.” Patrick was no longer upset at having to get on his knees to apologize to Finnegan. In fact, he was relieved that he had caved in. Otherwise, Bernice wouldn’t be alive and well. He retrieved the ten million check he had prepared in advance and offered it to Finnegan. Finnegan had decided to save Bernice as she was kind and not the ingrate he had thought she was. Instead of accepting the check, he said, “I don’t need the money. I’m giving you two prescriptions—one for Ms. Zimmerman and the other is a list of ingredients that you must purchase. Once you have acquired them, come back to