A Healer’s Journey

Chapter 294 Everything Is Over

The recording sent by Finnegan shattered Bernice’s beautiful illusions about her family members, leaving her devoid of any sleepiness.

After freshening up, she left the room.

Inside the dining room, Millicent and Sapphire were having breakfast.

Seeing her come out, Sapphire feigned friendliness and said, “Bernie, you’re up. Come and have some breakfast first. Let’s go shopping once Queenie wakes up.”

Bernice’s eyebrows slightly furrowed.

If it weren’t for the recording sent by Finnegan, she would be very pleased with Sapphire’s attitude.

After listening to that recording, Bernice felt a chill run down her spine, realizing that Millicent and the others had a hidden agenda.

Seeing that Bernice made no move, Sapphire called out to her again, “Bernie, what’s wrong? Come here!”

With a quiet sigh, Bernice adjusted her mindset and walked over.

Instead of sitting down, she took out her phone and, under the puzzled gazes of Millicent and Sapphire, she played the recording. The conversation between Queenie and Sapphire was heard.

“Take advantage of Bernice’s absence to sleep with Finnegan. Once that’s done, Finnegan and everything else will be yours, and your grandpa will change the decision he just made.”

“Mom, I don’t like Finnegan.”

“What are you saying? You need to consider your father and your brother, not just yourself.”

As the recording played, the expressions of Millicent and Sapphire gradually stiffened.

Once the recording had finished playing, they still hadn’t fully reacted, their faces just a bit paler than before.

Bernice, struggling with discomfort, said, “Grandma, Aunt Sapphire, I initially thought you had changed, and from now on, we would be a loving family, free from quarrels and scheming. But it seems I’ve idealized human nature too much!”

Clutching her phone tightly, Bernice turned around in disappointment. “But rest assured, I won’t give this recording to Grandpa, nor will I let anyone else know. You ought to behave yourselves from now on!”

longer holding any hope for those

recording to Bernice. What should we do?”

her mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, she could only let out a long sigh. “As expected, Finnegan did give the recording to Bernice. It’s over, everything is

still thought of buttering Bernice first and then devising a new

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holds the recording in her hand, which is equivalent to her having control over all of us. What else can we do?

giving up

irritably, “Can’t you figure out why Bernice didn’t

recording was being used as leverage to blackmail them.

in the future, Bernice wouldn’t hand over the recording to Bruce,

they refused to behave, Bernice would hand the recording over to Bruce.

a prideful man.

he were to learn about it, it wouldn’t just be Bishop’s family who’s in trouble. Even Millicent, his wife of

it. “Mom, is there really no other way? Are we going to be at the mercy of

away, you should behave yourself now.” Millicent shook his head with a bitter smile. “So our plan last night was like shooting ourselves in the foot!” she uttered. Who knew that Finnegan was just pretending to be drunk? Who

this. She just didn’t expect it to happen so quickly that she hadn’t

have sent Queenie to find Finnegan the night before,

same time, she also knew regretting

said, “However, there is still a chance for things to turn around. That is to slacken Bernice and Finnegan’s vigilance and find a way to ruin the recording. If there’s no evidence, then it’s just hearsay. We have nothing

response from

Bishop, his son, along with Queenie, to behave themselves. First, find a

her senses, Sapphire’s

Zimmerman residence, Bernice did not return home. Instead,

who was just about to head to Jerome Medical Clinic, paused in surprise. “Darling, what brought you

said, “Let’s talk in your

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“Sure!”

to ask Bernice how she had handled it.

with bitterness, and bright tears streamed from her eyes. “Finnegan, why can’t family get along? Why does it have to

numerous targeted actions from Millicent, Bishop, and his family toward

harboring ill thoughts about those

recording sent chills down her spine, a