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

to utter

This time, neither Desmond and Quiana nor Raymond

Finnegan’s heels, feeling a little sympathetic toward the

and the others finally felt significantly

others today! What are

had left, Melinda chimed in, “That’s right. You two gave us your word that Finnegan would step up, but you failed to realize your

were relatively soft-hearted people. Faced with Qahira and Melinda’s aggressiveness, they were at a loss

as

right?” Alexander escorted Finnegan to the entrance

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

hesitated before uttering, “Mr. Larkin, I don’t know what the rift is between you and your relatives, but it seems to me your parents are

didn’t finish his sentence,

I won’t always

would never do something as saintlike as reciprocating enmity with

against Raymond and the others was already a display of

fathomed the latter despised evil, even if those people acting

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the hospital, Finnegan wandered the streets to clear his mind.

didn’t need to drop Desmond and Quiana back home, he

he arrived at Lindsey’s house and rang the doorbell.

several minutes before Lindsey

running thin, Finnegan said, “Ms. Lindsey, what took

so slow to open the door

typically dressed in professional attire, was now clad in a thin nightgown. Under the lights, her perfect figure was clearly visible to Finnegan. What’s going on? Why is she wearing

face. She

gulped to relieve the dryness in his

came over.”

in,

of her revealing attire, Lindsey turned around and invited Finnegan

increasingly ill at ease. She knew I was coming, yet she still dressed like this? Is she doing this on

mantra inwardly

“Where’s Rhia?”

the past few

to be seen.

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 you’ll be

involved during the treatment session, Lindsey’s