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.”

She had never seen anyone who could tell medicinal herbs by kind and quantity through a layer of

have lunch here if

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

said, “Sit down as well, Finnegan. I’m

to sort these medicinal

strode into the house after saying that, stunning Bernice to

Right then, however, the man went into the house without even sparing her a glance. A sense of defeat swamped her since she had

her allure.

him out that day because

follow him into the house in front of Desmond and

noon, she stayed at the Larkin residence for lunch.

sooner had he 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 her around and compiling information.

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

at Finnegan with hopeful eyes.

reason behind that decision she

turned it down without the slightest hesitation.

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Zimmerman. I didn’t save you because I hoped that

what I meant, Finnegan.

ripe tomato, too

you declined. Now, Ms. Zimmerman arranged a job for you, yet you refused again. Are you trying to get me and your father

their entire lives, the couple had been hoping

doubly

ago, they were all the more determined to see him

in looking

few years, and I’m really planning to open a small

hurry, but your father and I are frantic!”

all, young people nowadays only get married after dating for a while. If

would never stop harping on it if he did not compromise, Finnegan relented, answering, “Okay. You don’t need to worry about me getting a job. As for a girlfriend, let Rhia make the arrangements, but then you can’t blame me if the girl doesn’t

like me.”

long as you agree to go

date.”

“Are you really not

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

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