A Healer’s Journey

Chapter 182 Three Possibilities

The master and his disciple were enjoying their wine and conversation as if they had returned to that first year when they secluded themselves in the mountains.

As midnight approached and the master and his apprentice were about to wrap up, Nathan, Stephen, Zachary, and Romona walked in, all of them wearing somewhat solemn expressions.

Clearly, something had gone wrong.

Sawyer put down his wine glass and stretched lazily as he stood up. “I’m getting old and can’t stay up late. I’m going to rest now. Don’t bother seeing me off tomorrow!”

He then turned to Finnegan and said, “Young man, live well. Don’t make the older generation outlive the younger generation.”

“Take care, Sir!”

Zachary and Nathan courteously watched as Sawyer departed.

“He’s gone again!” Finnegan yawned as he got up. “I’m going to rest too. When I wake up tomorrow, it’ll be just the right time to give Ms. Wright her treatment,”

Romona snorted. “You’re still in the mood to sleep? There’s been a big problem!”

Finnegan had noticed it the moment they walked in, but he wasn’t interested in knowing what had happened. “It must have nothing to do with me. Why can’t I sleep?”

If it had anything to do with him, they would have mentioned it in front of Sawyer when they came in.

Romona snorted. “Bestard! Indeed, it doesn’t concern you much. It’s just that the Zymons family can retaliate against you at any time now!”

Huh? Finnegan was taken aback and asked, “They can retaliate against me at any time? Can the Zymons family still retaliate against me?”

As per the agreement, the Zymons family would soon hand everything over to the Wahlstrom family.

And for the Zymons family, who had lost everything, Finnegan didn’t feel they were in any position to seck revenge against him.

Zachary sighed. “You guys talk to Finnegan. I’m going to have a chat with Nathan.”

Seeing the helpless expressions on the two elderly people’s faces, Finnegan, who was initially uninterested, suddenly became intrigued. “What happened?”

Romona snorted and asked, “I thought you weren’t interested?”

Seeing her in such a huff, Finnegan turned to ask Stephen, “What’s wrong?”

with the old man earlier, Elsa and her group, who were preparing

Seth flew into a rage, swearing to annihilate

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reason being that if the Zymons family were to hand over everything, they might not leave a single thing behind. Furthermore, he also seeks to avenge Solomon and the fallen

the situatio out, condemning the Wahlstrom family for their ruthless actions, leaving no room for other can be said that last night’s duel has been in

they are using respect for the o excuse to suppress all factors that are unfavorable

Finnegan furrowed his brow, falling

demanded, “Speak up. Who do you think attacked Elsa and her group?”

“Isn’t it

is it obvious?”

then walked past Romona while softly calling her

angry, he casually waved his hand and said, “There are only three possibilities. Framing someone, sacrificing something of lesser importance to preserve something crucial, and taking a drastic measure. As for the Wahlstrom family, they’ve already won. There’s no need to

by that? Come back and

Finnegan acted like he didn’t hear a

“Romona, stop chasing.”

room for a chat, came out and stopped Romona from chasing

“Finnegan is a jerk, always leaving his sentences unfinished!”

already made it very clear. It’s just that you

“How is that

was also curious, but he

point,

“Grandpa, but-”

rest. Also, remember what I’ve told you. Don’t be so carefree all the time. A girl should still maintain some semblance of

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face turned red when she heard that. “I’m not going to listen

turned around and walked

greeted the two elders and then

this young man, will be quite formidable in the future! I’m just wondering if it is a case of sacrificing something of lesser importance to preserve something crucial, or is

is fine, but if it’s the other one,

no matter which kind, that brat from the Weatherby family is undoubtedly the main

Romona arrived with a tense expression. “Spit it out,” she demanded. “What

to