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.

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

to experience excruciating pain, but not enough to take the latter’s life nor leave

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

After Bishop had famted and woken up several times.

feeling as if all his internal organs

The

body to be drenched

feel as if you’re an innocent victim, not knowing

head resentfully, glaring

to rip Finnegan

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 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 of one

completely dumbfounded, to the point where he couldn’t even feel pain anymore:

resided in

this jerk know that I’m

with Mike was kept a secret within the Zimmerman family. Apart from him and Millicent, he didn’t even tell Timothy

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

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

Finnegan gave Bishop’s shoulder a heavy pat, then turned around and walked away.

the least bit worried that Bishop would

Bishop realized

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

did he know that the Sable family

I

ask Queenie to call you for dinner. Where’s

stepped into the hall. Milicent immediately greeted him with enthusiasm, which made Finnegan feel quite uncomfortable.

wasn’t sure what they were up to, so he didn’t mind playing along. “Mr. Bishop tripped a little while ago. He asked to come back first, as

“Bishop fell? Is it serious?”

hurt a little

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

Milicent set aside her

room, just

good mood just a while ago, furrowed her brows.

well. Even if the latter’s opinion of Finnegan were to change, it certainly wouldn’t

a bit out of the ordinary.

“Bernie, let’s go.”

on, her