A Healer’s Journey (Finnegan and Nuthana)

Chapter 8 Do You Think I Will Believe That

“What have you done to me, Finnegan?” Killian roared, enduring the agonizing pain shooting up his limbs as his bodyguards helped him up.

Finnegan shrugged. “Don’t push the blame on me when I haven’t been anywhere near you. As for your condition, it’s likely karma. It’s your fault for having committed so many evil deeds in the past.”

Killian did not believe in karma, but the excruciating agony rendered him powerless to pursue the truth.

“Hurry up and send me to the hospital!”

As Finnegan watched the man leave in a wretched state, his eyes glinted with murderous intent.

He could have killed Killian right away, but he felt that he would be letting the latter off too. lightly to do so.

He wanted Killian to experience despair in his pain and suffering and then finally agree to the terms proposed earlier.

But even after he had done so, Finnegan had no plans of sparing him or the Chomsky family, He was merely giving Killian a shed of hope. In the end, he would dash it to smithereens to intensify the despair within Killian.

“Finny, does Killian’s condition really have nothing to do with you?” Quiana asked.

She was terrified after having been oppressed by Killian in the

past.

She feared the man’s retribution and was afraid that their family would not be able to withstand it.

To keep his parents from worrying, Finnegan calmly assured them he had nothing to do with it. Only then did Quiana and Desmond breathe sighs of relief.

Contrarily, Bernice knew that it was undoubtedly Finnegan’s doing. Smartly enough, she did not point it out.

“These are the medicinal herbs you wanted, Finnegan. My dad has gathered the entire list for you. Take a look and see whether they’re correct

Finnegan reached out and took the medicinal herbs from her. While at that, his fingers accidentally touched hers. She reflexively pulledak, her face flushing bright red.

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Whoa! How sensitive!

Finnegan took a sniff at the package through the wrapping. Immediately, he could tell that the contents were indeed the medicinal herbs he wanted, and their quantities were also accurate. “Everything’s in order.”

who could tell medicinal herbs by kind and quantity through

have lunch here

pulled her to the side for a seat. Then she ordered Finnegan, “Go and get Ms. Zimmerman a glass

hurriedly said, “Sit down as well,

I’m going to sort these medicinal

house after saying that, stunning Bernice to

Right then, however, the man

her allure.

aside, she had actually come over to seek him out that day because she had something: to say to

was inappropriate for her to follow him into the house in front of Desmond and Quiana. She could only sit

the Larkin residence for lunch. Finnegan also came out

taken a seat than Quiana said excitedly, “Finny, Ms. Zimmerman just said. you could work at Firebird Group as her assistant. You’d generally be driving

Ms. Zimmerman. Otherwise, you wouldn’t even be able to work as a grunt at Firebird Group, considering your

at Finnegan with

embarrassing reason behind that decision she made. Regretfully, she was too shy to

turned it down without the slightest hesitation. “Mom,

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a small clinic in the near future. Please don’t feel obliged to me either, Ms. Zimmerman. I didn’t save you because I hoped that you’d repay me. Besides, you’ve done

meant, Finnegan. I just wanted…”

the color of a ripe tomato, too embarrassed to

Rhia offered to introduce a girlfriend to you, but you declined. Now, Ms. Zimmerman arranged a job for

hoping that their

doubly for

to see him lead a better life,

neither diligent in looking for a wife

and I’m really planning to open a small clinic. I don’t want to look for other jobs.

a hurry, but your father and I are

the matter of a girlfriend has to be put on the agenda. After all, young people nowadays only get married after dating for a while. If you find someone, then

about me getting a job. As for a girlfriend, let Rhia make the arrangements, but then

like me.”

good as long as

date.”

events, a helpless smile bloomed on Bernice’s face. “Are you really not interested in being my assistant at Firebird Group. Finnegan?”

the offer, Ms. Zimmerman, but Im still inclined toward establishing

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