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.

whole body was convulsing, yet not a single

well, only causing Bishop to experience excruciating pain, but not enough to take the latter’s life nor leave any injuries.

afterward, he couldn’t find the slightest trace of injury.

several minutes. After Bishop had famted and woken up several times.

as if all his internal organs had been smashed.

The

body to be drenched by

Bishop. “Do you feel as if you’re an innocent victim, not knowing why I suddenly want

raised his head resentfully, glaring

seemed as he wanted to

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 the police department. I believe the police department has received evidence of you framing Bernie. At the very least, you’re looking at a minimum sentence

the point where he couldn’t even

confusion and fear resided in his heart.

does this jerk know that I’m

his collusion with Mike was kept a secret within

off the grass clippings from his body while

lesson! If you dare to harm Bernie in the future, she might let it

heavy pat, then turned

the least bit worried that Bishop would tell Bruce and others

away, Bishop realized

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

family

I

just about to ask Queenie to call you

Milicent immediately greeted him with enthusiasm, which

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

fell? Is it

just hurt a little at the

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

that Bishop was a bit disheveled but otherwise line, Milicent set aside her concerns and said,

the dining room, just as they had done with

in a good mood just a while ago, furrowed her brows.

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

seemed a bit out of the ordinary.

“Bernie, let’s go.”

Bernice could figure out what was going on, her thoughts were