A Healer’s Journey

Chapter 8 Do You Think I Will Believe That

“What have you done to me, Finnegan?” Killian roared, enduring the agonizing pain shooting up his limbs as his b*dyguards helped him up.

Finnegan shrugged. “Don’t push the blame on me when I haven’t been anywhere near you. As for your condition, it’s likely karma. It’s your fault for having committed so many evil deeds in the past.”

Killian did not believe in karma, but the excruciating agony rendered him powerless to pursue the truth.

“Hurry up and send me to the hospital!”

As Finnegan watched the man leave in a wretched state, his eyes glinted with murderous intent.

He could have killed Killian right away, but he felt that he would be letting the latter off too. lightly to do so.

He wanted Killian to experience despair in his pain and suffering and then finally agree to the terms proposed earlier.

But even after he had done so, Finnegan had no plans of sparing him or the Chomsky family, He was merely giving Killian a shed of hope. In the end, he would dash it to smithereens to intensify the despair within Killian.

“Finny, does Killian’s condition really have nothing to do with you?” Quiana asked.

She was terrified after having been oppressed by Killian in the

past.

She feared the man’s retribution and was afraid that their family would not be able to withstand it.

To keep his parents from worrying, Finnegan calmly a*sured them he had nothing to do with it. Only then did Quiana and Desmond breathe sighs of relief.

Contrarily, Bernice knew that it was undoubtedly Finnegan’s doing. Smartly enough, she did not point it out.

“These are the medicinal herbs you wanted, Finnegan. My dad has gathered the entire list for you. Take a look and see whether they’re correct

Finnegan reached out and took the medicinal herbs from her. While at that, his fingers accidentally touched hers. She reflexively pulledak, her face flushing bright red.

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Whoa! How sensitive!

Finnegan took a sniff at the package through the wrapping. Immediately, he could tell that the contents were indeed the medicinal herbs he wanted, and their quantities were also accurate. “Everything’s in order.”

anyone who could tell medicinal herbs by kind and quantity through a layer of

Zimmerman. Do have lunch here

for a seat. Then she ordered Finnegan, “Go and get Ms. Zimmerman a

that, Bernice hurriedly said, “Sit down as well, Finnegan. I’m

going to sort these

strode into the house after saying that, stunning Bernice to the core.

then, however, the man went into the house without even sparing her a glance. A sense of defeat swamped

her allure.

aside, she had actually come over to seek him out

of Desmond and Quiana. She could only sit there and talk with

the Larkin residence for lunch. Finnegan also came out of his room.

Group as her a*sistant. You’d generally be driving her around and compiling information. The pay would be fifteen thousand a

work as a grunt at Firebird Group, considering your education

Finnegan

another embarra*sing reason behind that decision she

the slightest hesitation. “Mom,

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in the near future. Please don’t feel obliged to me either, Ms. Zimmerman. I didn’t save you because I hoped that you’d repay me. Besides, you’ve done more than enough throughout the past few years. We’re even!”

what I meant, Finnegan.

trailed off with her face the color of a ripe tomato, too embarra*sed to speak of

arranged a job for you, yet you refused again. Are you trying to get me and your father to burst a blood vessel?”

their entire lives, the couple had been hoping that their children could accomplish something in life.

went doubly for Finnegan.

they were all the more determined to see him lead a better life, having both a family and

looking for a wife nor a

I’m really planning to open a small clinic. I don’t want to

in a hurry, but your father and I are frantic!”

agenda. After all, young people nowadays only get married after dating

his parents would never stop harping on it if he did not compromise, Finnegan relented, answering, “Okay. You don’t need to worry about me getting a job. As

like me.”

replied, “Sure. We’re good as long as you agree to go on the blind

date.”

smile bloomed on Bernice’s face. “Are

Ms. Zimmerman, but Im still inclined toward establishing a