A Healer’s Journey

Chapter 101 Where Is Bernice

“Why?” Alisha asked, dumbfounded.

She could clearly sense Finnegan’s disgust.

Finnegan replied darkly, “What do you think?”

He had asked for one of Theoden’s loyal subordinates to advance his plans of revenge against the Chomsky family.

Alas, at the most critical juncture, Alisha had committed a fatal flaw by not uncovering Tristan’s plans to cause a car accident.

If Xavier hadn’t driven Rhiannon’s car away, would Rhiannon still be alive today? While there were no fatalities in the accident, there were still countless injuries!

The accident was by no means Finnegan’s fault, yet he felt obliged to shoulder part of the blame, as Tristan’s actions clearly carried malice toward him.

He felt responsible for dragging other people into his mess.

Alisha finally caught on to the implications in his words and asked, “Are you blaming me for not keeping a closer eye on Tristan?”

Finnegan retracted his gaze from hers and uttered, “Talking about the past is useless. I’ll give you ten million now. Think of how to compensate the victims. At the end of the day, I’m at fault for dragging them into my mess!”

If only I didn’t give the Chomsky family fifteen days. If I had destroyed them in one fell swoop, there wouldn’t have been forty-eight innocent casualties today. Luckily there were no deaths!

Alisha said through gritted teeth, “I admit I was careless, Finnegan, but you are to blame too. If you had followed my initial suggestion to destroy the Chomsky family immediately, these injuries would never have happened. That’s why I’ll never leave!”

Finnegan frowned lightly but did not fly into a rage.

He had to admit that Alisha was right.

Sighing to himself, he walked to the window and gazed at the night scenery outside. He lamented. “Why does peace elude me?”

Finnegan had arranged for extra security for his family. It was impossible for Tristan to harm them unless he dispatched a ma*sive number of men.

The same situation applied to Josephine and her family. Dozens of guards were secretly on standby around her house and would immediately detect any infiltrations from Tristan’s men. They would swiftly get rid of the intruders before Josephine’s family even realized anything was amiss.

Despite the security measures, doubt continued to niggle at Finnegan’s mind.

He was nonetheless confident that Tristan would not target Raymond’s or Adrian’s families.

befall his uncles’ families. In fact, Finnegan

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besides these people, who else is

flickered in Finnegan’s eyes as Bernice’s image surfaced

person to him besides his family

as the fact that she was always surrounded by b*dyguards, caused the matter of

up his phone to call Bernice.

a call came in

sank. He suppressed his uneasiness and answered the call.

what’s up?”

the other end of the line. “Finnegan, is

he replied, “Bernie’s not with me now. What’s going on?”

her, but Bernie wasn’t there at all. Cindy contacted the mall security, who immediately checked the surveillance camera footage. She tried to call Bernie, but Bernie’s phone was switched off. Worst of all, the restroom happens to be outside the

is Bernie really not

-Tristant

a hand

as possible as he rea*sured Jennifer, “I’m heading out to look for Bernie

he hung up, Alisha asked,

whirled around to face her and announced

are you?

up to the Chomsky residence. He strode fearlessly toward the main

on, a dark expression on

guards on the property. One of them called out. “This is private property. If you insist on intruding, we will

continued on.

here to cause

enter the garden, six b*dyguards rushed

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whipped out a stun baton and activated it.

of dodging, Finnegan simply punched the attacking b*dyguard

Crack!

the b*dyguard’s nose bridge, and the man slumped into an unconscious

the air. The remaining b*dyguards had no time to react. They were sent flying by Finnegan’s kicks. Cries of anguish

barely spared them a glance and stepped into the garden.

twenty b*dyguards

of them recognized Finnegan and instantly went on high alert. He shouted, “Get Boss