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.”

had never seen anyone who could tell medicinal herbs by kind and

have

after the past five years, Quiana pulled her to the side for a seat. Then she ordered Finnegan, “Go and

hurriedly said, “Sit down as well, Finnegan. I’m not

thanks. I’m going to sort these medicinal herbs out

into the house after saying that, stunning

of the Four Beauties of Jadeborough, many men had tried finding opportunities to spend time in her presence. Right then, however, the man went into the house without even sparing her a

her allure.

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

front of Desmond and Quiana. She could only

noon, she stayed at the Larkin residence for lunch. Finnegan also came out of his

you could work at Firebird Group as her assistant.

able to work as a grunt

gazed at Finnegan with hopeful

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

turned it down without the

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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 more than enough throughout the past

what I meant, Finnegan. I just wanted…”

the color of a ripe tomato, too embarrassed

you, but you declined. Now, Ms. Zimmerman arranged a job for you, yet you refused again.

had been hoping that their children could accomplish

doubly for

more determined to see him lead a better life, having both a family and a

looking for a wife

in the past few years, and I’m really planning to open a small clinic. I don’t want to look for other jobs. As for a girlfriend, I’m only twenty-three years old, so

a hurry, but your father and I are frantic!”

a plan, but 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.

answering, “Okay. You don’t need to worry about me getting a job. As for a girlfriend, let Rhia make

like me.”

good as long as you agree to go on the blind

date.”

on Bernice’s face. “Are you really not interested in

Ms. Zimmerman, but Im still

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