A Healer’s Journey

Chapter 111 On Purpose

Under normal circumstances, Finnegan could’ve dodged that slap.

However, he never put his guard up against his family, resulting in Desmond’s slap hitting him squarely in the face.

A palm print soon appeared on his cheek, and blood spurted out his nostrils.

Desmond’s expression changed drastically.

He was mad at Finnegan for the latter’s ruthlessness but only intended to slap his son once. Unexpectedly, he exerted too much force.

All the colors drained from Quiana’s face. “Desmond? Why did you hit him so hard?”

She shared her husband’s anger, but at that moment, the sight of Finnegan suffering a nosebleed from getting slapped still caused her heart to ache.

Desmond gritted his teeth in silence. After striking his son, he felt too ashamed to speak what he initially had in mind.

“You did good! A b*stard like him should be taught a lesson in this manner!”

“He’s a wretch who wouldn’t even help his relatives. He deserves to be beaten to death! He’s just a waste of space staying alive anyway.”

“Desmond, carry on. Hit him until he’s willing to treat Xavier and the others!”

Adrian and his party cheered on.

At that instant, Desmond, overwhelmed by guilt, pretended not to listen. He didn’t even dare to meet Finnegan’s eyes, which were filled with agony and disappointment.

Alexander regained his senses and hurriedly handed Finnegan a tissue. “Mr. Larkin.”

Finnegan received the tissue and flashed a bleak smile. “Mom, Dad, you should go back on your own. I have some matters to attend to.”

Suppressing his discomfort, Finnegan wiped his nose clean and turned around indifferently.

Raymond immediately stood in his way. “Finnegan, today–”

Brimming with rage, Finnegan roared, “Get lost!”

His oppressive aura burst forth, overwhelming Raymond and his party,

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instantly stiffened, and they hastily stepped aside, breaking out in a cold sweat with chills

to utter another

strode past them. This time, neither Desmond and Quiana nor Raymond

heels, feeling

departure, Raymond and the

Qahira grasped Quiana’s hand. “What did you promise us? You said you’d make Finnegan treat Xavier and the others today! What are you going to do now? Also, you

Finnegan

people. Faced with Qahira and Melinda’s aggressiveness, they were at

they could only repeatedly apologize as if they were

are you all right?” Alexander escorted Finnegan to the entrance of the hospital.

into the trash can. “I’m fine. You can go

uttering, “Mr. Larkin, I don’t know what the rift is between you and your relatives, but it seems to me your parents are very family-oriented. I think…”

didn’t finish his sentence,

can’t control my parents’ thoughts, but I won’t always heed them either. I’m

do something as saintlike as reciprocating enmity with kindness.

back from retaliating against Raymond and the others was already a display of

familiar with Finnegan’s character, he fathomed the latter despised evil, even if those people

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hospital, Finnegan wandered the streets to clear his mind.

back home, he planned

arrived at Lindsey’s house and rang

several minutes before Lindsey finally answered the

“Ms.

was about to question why she was so slow to open the door when he suddenly noticed something unusual

a thin nightgown. Under the lights, her perfect figure was clearly visible to Finnegan. What’s going on? Why

Finnegan’s face. She feigned nonchalance and said, “Weren’t you supposed to come in

relieve the dryness in his throat.

came over.”

Come in, then.”

revealing attire, Lindsey turned around and invited Finnegan

She knew I was coming, yet she still dressed

recited a mantra inwardly to

“Where’s Rhia?”

there for the past few days, but at that moment, she was nowhere

to be seen.

call from Ms. Haimowitz after contacting you in the morning. After that, she went with Ms. Haimowitz to meet a client. Anyway, it’s better that she’s not here since

intimate interaction involved during the treatment session, Lindsey’s face reddened slightly.