A Healer’s Journey

Chapter 158 I Want To Become Your Subordinate

Doom Star had recovered from his injuries by ninety percent, regaining enough strength to protect himself.

Alisha approached him, observing him closely, and exclaimed, “Finnegan, you’re truly remarkable!”

When Doom Star was brought back, he was covered in blood, with over a dozen gaping wounds that made it seem like he could die at any moment.

However, within just two or three days, there were no longer any signs of his injuries.

Finnegan didn’t respond to Alisha’s comment.

“Do you have any money with you? If not, do you want me to arrange some for you?” she asked.

Doom Star shook his head.

With a helpless smile, Finnegan said, “You’re really indifferent, Doom Star. I’ll have Ms. Wahlstrom arrange for someone to take you wherever you want to go.”

Suddenly, Doom Star blurted out, “I’m not leaving!”

Finnegan was taken aback. “Not leaving?” he thought. “Could it be that he has become attached to living here?”

“I want to become your subordinate!” Doom Star declared, his words concise and clear.

Finnegan pondered for a moment before responding, “Doom Star, saving you was merely a coincidence, combined with a sense of fate. There was no other intention behind it. You don’t need to feel obligated to follow me or repay me.”

Doom Star remained firm. “I’ve made my decision!” he declared.

With that, Doom Star moved to sit cross-legged under a nearby tree, tightly gripping his black saber.

His eyes were shut tightly, indicating that he had made up his mind and had no desire to discuss the matter further.

Alisha lightly touched Finnegan’s arm and whispered, “Should I have someone forcefully remove him?”

“Forget it,” Finnegan replied, shaking his head after a few seconds of silence. “Perhaps this is the fate between him and me. If he wants to stay, let him stay for now.”

be able to force him out. It’s more likely that we would

underestimate him. Is he really

Go get me some

the private hospital where Vilmar

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impact on the hospital, which always had a steady

still unaware of what had

morgue was located in the basement, where the air was cold and chilling, penetrating to

corpses, watching as a few forensic

the Green family, who had rushed over

and Matthias’ father, Barrett, were

grief and fury as he looked at his son, who had been shot in the head. “Mr. Royle, are we really going to

one who had died wasn’t his own son.

the autopsy” he

as he refused to believe that they had

words to say. The Green family had risen to prominence through the Royle family, so he didn’t dare

the coroners they had brought in completed the

“Mr. Royle, according to our examination, the external injuries on Mr. Vilmar and Mr. Matthias seem severe, but they were not life-threatening. We conducted a chemical reaction test, and no drugs were found in either

speaking, Barrett grabbed him by the collar and shouted, “D*mn it, do you think my son and Mr. Vilmar are idiots? Would they do such a thing in front of so many people at the

this is

go,” Jeovani intervened, stopping Barrett from throwing a

released the coroner, and the

have fun, they would never engage in such activities in public like this.

dozens of witnesses, there’s no denying their guilt. There’s even surveillance footage as evidence. How can we prove their innocence? Moreover, the Wright family has already intervened. I doubt even my father

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to transport their bodies back to Bellridge.

at Matthias, Barrett nodded stiffly and left with his two

with his entourage, Jeovani nodded and asked, “How is the investigation into

decline. I personally suspect that the downfall of the Chomsky family isn’t as the public