A Healer’s Journey

Chapter 288 When Things Go Awry

“Finnegan, what do you want to talk about?”

Upon reaching the backyard of the Zimmerman residence, Bishop began to speak, his tone slightly aloof.

Even though he had to obey Milicent, it didn’t necessarily mean that he truly accepted Finnegan in his heart.

It was just that Finnegan was now in a dominant position, so their family had no choice but to bow down.

Finnegan broke into a slight smile. “Of course it’s about me going to beat you up!”

What?

Bishop’s face changed, wondering if he had heard wrong.

Before he could react, Finnegan flicked his fingers lightly, firing two silver needles into Bishop which dissolved upon entering the latter’s body.

Finnegan subsequently stepped forward, landing a kick on Bishop’s enormous belly.

Amidst a muffled groan, Bishop’s eyes widened as his over eighty-five-kilogram body was sent flying before crashing onto the ground. He rolled a distance across the grass before finally coming to a halt

against a tree.

The intense pain caused Bishop to open his mouth wide, only to realize that he couldn’t make a sound,

Suddenly, an overwhelming fear spread throughout his mind.

What’s going on here? Why can’t I make any sound at all?

Before he could figure out the problem, Finnegan had already arrived in front of him.

He bent down, gripping Bishop’s throat and lifting him up. “Stop struggling. I’ve sealed your acupoints. You won’t be able to make a sound until I release it.”

No sooner had Finnegan spoken than his left fist swung out and landed on Bishop’s stomach.

He then threw more punches, one after another, as if Bishop were a punching bag.

Bishop, who had been born with a silver spoon, had never been treated this way in his entire life.

was so intense that his whole body was convulsing, yet not a single sound

only causing Bishop to experience excruciating pain, but not enough to take the latter’s

when Bishop checked afterward, he couldn’t find the slightest trace

Bishop had famted and woken up several times. Finnegan finally stopped and tossed him onto the ground.

feeling as if all his

The

body to be

if you’re an innocent victim, not

raised his head resentfully,

to rip

“The reason is simple. You conspired with Mike to use A Thousand Dreams to harm Bernie, plunging her into a deep sleep and getting her to forget all familial affection. Don’t even think about denying it. I wouldn’t have laid a finger on you unless I had concrete proof. Don’t even think about running to your father and mother to tattle after this. If you do, I’ll hand over the evidence of your collusion with Mike to

dumbfounded, to the point where

resided in his

jerk know that I’m

avoid too many prying eyes and ears, the matter of his collusion with Mike was kept a secret within the Zimmerman family. Apart from him and Millicent, he didn’t even tell Timothy and

ground, brushing off the grass clippings from his body while warning. “So you’d better watch your mouth, or you’ll end up

a pause, Finnegan’s tone suddenly turned cold. “And remember this lesson! If you dare to harm Bernie in the future, she might let it slide due to familial affection, but I am a petty person, a person who will surely retaliate

gave Bishop’s shoulder a heavy pat, then turned around and

worried that Bishop would tell Bruce and others about getting beaten up.

Bishop realized that he could

his stomach, he watched Finnegan’s retreating figure, full of apprehension. “How could this b’stard know? Could it be that… someone from

that the Sable family had a

I

to ask Queenie to call you for dinner. Where’s

Milicent immediately greeted him with enthusiasm, which made Finnegan feel

up to, so he didn’t mind playing along. “Mr. Bishop tripped a little

anxiously asked. “Bishop fell? Is it serious?”

It just hurt a little at

walked in from behind. Just as Finnegan had predicted, Bishop didn’t dare to

aside her concerns and said, -Dinner is ready, Let’s

room, just as they had done with Liam before.

who was in a good mood just a while ago, furrowed

Even if the latter’s opinion of Finnegan were to change, it certainly

now, Milicent’s unbridled warmth seemed a

“Bernie, let’s go.”

could figure out what was going on, her thoughts