A Healer’s Journey
Chapter 80
Chapter 80 Who Asked You Here
Stephen’s arrival had undoubtedly shaken the crowd as everyone wondered whether it could he Gilbert and Winston’s doing.
There was no doubting their capability to orchestrate such an entrance.
Yet, what intrigued people more was why they’d go to such lengths for Finnegan.
Bruce cast a skeptical look at Bernice. “Do you have any idea what’s happening here?”
As a matter of fact, Bernice was confused as well.
Faced with the inquisitive glances from the crowd, she could only voice what she thought was the most logical conclusion. “Finnegan previously cured Mr. Miles’ old injuries and also. healed Old Mr. Haimowitz’s chronic illness, so they both owe him.”
The room reverberated with nods and sighs of realization.
“I see. That makes sense.”
“And here I thought Finnegan has ties with the Wright family.”
“So Mr. Miles and Old Mr. Haimowitz are merely returning his favor. Phew, I thought Finnegan was secretly an influential man or something.”
Bruce couldn’t help but feel let down by the revelation. He had thought that Finnegan was well-connected with the Wright family.
Turning around, he said, “Old Mr. Sable, let’s not dwell on this matter any further. The night is still young, so let’s continue our feast and drinks. Everyone, return to your seats and continue having fun.”
The guests returned to the banquet hall.
Millicent snickered. “I thought he had some clout. It turns out he’s just a paper tiger. Let’s go.”
Liam, touching his sore cheek, whispered to Hailey, “You go ahead. I’ll contact you later.”
Then, he caught up with Millicent and said, “Old Mrs. Zimmerman, let me help you.”
“Sure, sure. You’re indeed a gentleman, Mr. Sable, unlike some shameless people, whose very existence is enough to taint their family’s reputation.”
It was clear that she was referring to Bernice’s family.
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I was cious who would vouch for him other than us. So, it was the Miles and Haimowitz
families.”
who was lost in her thoughts, heard her father and asked, “Dad, what are
Rockern hinted to me that there were others who bailed him out other than us. I didn’t have the time to tell you because you were
not be the only reason he
home. Your mother and I would like to have a
you, Finnegan? Mr. Wright was not actually
arrived just ten minutes after the
and Miles families that invited him, Stephen’s appearance was
problem earlier, but she knew that it would make others more comfortable if Finnegan was without any background.
she did not make her
out of the hotel with Felix
were standing next to a car.
need to elaborate. Just say the Haimowitz and Miles families helped me tonight,” Finnegan turned around
Finnegan worried that he might receive unnecessary attention in Jadeborough. He could say
then.
others had realized that something
stumped, they nodded solemnly. “Don’t worry, Mr. Larkin. We
mum.”
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dare to
jeep, and Stephen immediately swung the door open for him, at gesture that drew astonished glances from the trio.
convoy slowly pulled away after
sight, Sasha broached the subject in surprise, “Trey, Mr. Haimowitz, what is happening? How is Mr. Larkin related to the Wright family?”
Felix replied, “From the way Mr. Wright opened the door for him, I’d say Mr. Larkin is far from ordinary, but
head back to our
report this newfound
hotel, Hailey emerged, looking pale and uneasy after witnessing what had happened earlier. Mr. Wright opened the door for Finnegan, so does that mean
out the
for her phone. I have to tell Mr. Sable that Finnegan has
about to dial Liam’s number, hesitation
narrowed her eyes. If I tell him,
mind, Hailey kept her phone and headed toward the parking
her to please Finnegan
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