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.

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

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

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

and woken up several times.

if all

The

his body to be drenched by sweat.

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

his head resentfully, glaring at Finnegan.

wanted to rip Finnegan to

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

dumbfounded, to the point where

and fear resided

this jerk know that I’m in cahoots

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

grass clippings from his body while warning. “So you’d better watch your mouth, or you’ll end up in jail.”

this lesson! If you dare to harm Bernie in the future, she might let it slide due to familial affection, but I am

a heavy pat, then turned around

the least bit worried that Bishop would tell

walked away, Bishop realized that he could

b’stard know? Could it be that… someone

did he know that the Sable family had a new master to answer to-Finnegan.

I

to ask Queenie to call you for dinner. Where’s Bishop?”

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

time being. Finnegan wasn’t sure what they were up to, so he didn’t mind playing along. “Mr. Bishop tripped a little while ago. He

asked. “Bishop fell? Is

I’m okay. It just hurt a little

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

aside her concerns and said, -Dinner is ready, Let’s talk while we eat.”

headed toward the dining room, just

mood just a while ago, furrowed

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

seemed a bit

“Bernie, let’s go.”

on, her thoughts were interrupted by