A Healer’s Journey

Chapter 271 Casanova

“Everyone’s hard work is appreciated, but it’s just a birthday, after all. Nancy, let’s not do this again, okay? Everyone’s really busy, and I’m not too fussed about birthdays!” Bennett remarked as he and Nancy joined the rest of the party at the riverside pavilion.

Bennett looked resigned, gently chiding Nancy.

Rhiannon interjected, “Mr. Sanchez, Nancy’s gesture is her way of showing her respect and love. Please don’t be too hard on her. Plus, we have to dine anyway. Getting to celebrate your birthday while enjoying the great meal you’ve prepared is a treat for us all.”

Shaun and the others, despite this being their first encounter with Bennett, echoed this sentiment respectfully.

Bennett, with a reluctant smile, said, “Well, if everyone insists. Give me a moment, I’ll bring out my three- year-old pineapple wine for you all to try.”

As Bennett turned and noticed Finnegan, he nodded in acknowledgment before walking away.

Finnegan, taking a seat, queried, “Nancy, is this the first time you’ve celebrated your dad’s birthday?”

Nancy explained, “Dad’s never told me his birthday, and he avoids the question whenever I ask. I’ve never celebrated it before! I only found out today because I stumbled upon his ID while doing laundry. Otherwise, he probably would’ve never told me.”

This elicited a laughter from Shaun, who remarked, “It’s not unusual. I always forget my parents’ and grandparents’ birthdays until the last minute.”

“That’s pretty cold, man. I always remember my family’s birthdays. It’s a good chance to act nice and score some extra pocket money!” Zephyr chimed in.

Their banter continued until Bennett reappeared with a clay pot.

The chatter subsided as he placed the pot down and broke its wax seal. A tantalizing scent of pineapple and alcohol filled the air. “Brewed this three years ago,” Bennett explained. “Used almost ripe pineapples and double-distilled corn wine. By now, it should be smooth with a slightly sour, sweet undertone.”

Shaun sniffed the aroma. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think this was some kind of fruit juice.”

mild and not too strong to taste. But it packs a punch

worry about us. You’re meeting us for the first time and probably aren’t aware of how much we can drink. This batch of your wine might

slipping back into his old ways of overconfidence and showboating, Finnegan lightly tapped his head, reprimanding, “You should realize that Mr. Sanchez’s

me next time, Finnegan. It really hurt! And by the way, we all address him respectfully as ‘Mr. Sanchez. When you call him

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gap. Doesn’t that seem a little

my grandfather’s master, I think we should all stick to

their roles. I definitely

throughout the room, effectively

dinner.

to Finnegan and everyone present here tonight for joining us in celebrating my father’s birthday. Let’s

single-handedly raised me for twelve years, sparing no effort to provide the best for me and shielding me from any hardships. You assumed the roles of both father and mother,

“And that’s why I’m making this toast to you, Dad, as a gesture of my gratitude for all that you’ve done for me!” With that, Nancy raised her glass

a punch later on. And really, it’s me who owes

toast, emptying his glass

so emotional? Now you’ve got me missing my parents. Can’t we just focus on enjoying our drinks?”

mood lightened as everyone laughed.

dig in. The pork chop and duck confit are best when

a more jovial tone. Everyone picked up

warning, the pineapple wine, though delightful to sip, had a

downed a full glass, soon appeared slightly tipsy, on the verge of dozing off.

drinker, was visibly affected, his face flushed and sweating lightly, a testament to