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.

that his whole body was convulsing, yet

well, only causing Bishop to experience excruciating pain, but not

couldn’t find the

beating continued for several minutes. After Bishop had famted and woken up several times. Finnegan finally stopped and tossed him onto the

all his

The

caused his body to

feel as if you’re

raised his head resentfully, glaring at Finnegan.

wanted to

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

was completely dumbfounded, to the point where he couldn’t even feel

confusion and fear resided

this jerk know that

avoid too many prying eyes and ears, the matter of his collusion with Mike was kept a secret within the

from his body while warning.

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 for the slightest

that, Finnegan gave Bishop’s shoulder a heavy pat, then

would tell Bruce and

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 spilled the

did he know that the Sable family

I

ask Queenie to call you for dinner. Where’s

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

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

fell? Is it

okay. It just hurt a little at the

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

that Bishop was a bit disheveled but otherwise line, Milicent set aside her concerns and said, -Dinner is ready, Let’s talk while we

headed toward the dining room, just as they had done with Liam before.

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

the latter’s opinion of Finnegan were to change, it certainly wouldn’t happen so quickly because Millicent was someone proud.

unbridled warmth seemed a

“Bernie, let’s go.”

was going on, her