A Healer’s Journey (Finnegan and Nuthana)

Chapter 33 Eight More Days

“Boss, Finnegan’s here!”

The second Finnegan stepped into General Hospital, Tristan’s subordinates immediately received news about it and hastily reported it to their employer.

Tristan, who was speaking with Oscar in the ward, froze.

Once he came back to his senses, he leaped to his feet and said, “He’s at the hospital?”

“Yes! He should be in the elevator by now.”

Tristan’s heart sank. “What do we do, Mr. Goldberg?”

Oscar’s senior had yet to arrive, and with how powerful Finnegan was, they might be defeated if Finnegan were to attack them right there and then.

Oscar consoled, “Don’t worry, Mr. Chomsky, it’s broad daylight right now, and we’re in the hospital too. He won’t dare to do anything he pleases.” After a pause, he speculated, “Maybe he’s worried that you’ll go after his parents next after demolishing his house, so he has come to beg for mercy.”

“Argh!”

Right as those words were out of Tristan’s subordinate’s mouth, fighting sounds and pained. shouts echoed in the corridor.

Tristan tensed up and hurried out while Oscar asked Tristan’s subordinate to wheel him out as well.

It was then they saw Finnegan fighting Tristan’s dozens of bodyguards. Yet, those trained and. well-paid bodyguards could not stop Finnegan’s advancement at all as they fell one by one like domino blocks.

In no time, half of them were immobile on the ground.

Tristan narrowed his eyes. “Is that Finnegan Larkin?”

He had heard Finnegan’s name five years ago. In fact, he was the one who pulled strings to get the school to kick Finnegan and Desmond out. However, it was Tristan’s first time seeing. Finnegan in person.

He could not imagine how the young Finnegan was capable of incapacitating Oscar.

With hatred, Oscar glared at Finnegan and hissed, “That’s him!”

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bodyguards easily and they fell

few meters away from Tristan and the others, the Chomskys’ bodyguards were slumped on the ground behind him, moaning in pain.

hefty sum to hire were all like paper soldiers before a road roller.

“Are you Finnegan Larkin? Quite a fighter, I see. But, what a pity, connections and

Finnegan continued

admit that you seem capable, but I’ll warn you against being reckless. Even if you clone yourself a

Finnegan continued to make his

still

a chance now, Finnegan, to get on your knees to apologize and treat Killi. If you do that, I’ll spare you this time.”

in his tracks.

and he whipped out a

right hand, and numerous needles shot out, burying themselves into Tristan’s subordinate’s body. Before he could figure out what was going on, scorching pain coursed through his body.

Surprise clawed

Smack!

up

Oscar’s throats when they

a

close to them, slapped Tristan. Tristan spat out a mouthful of blood with two teeth, and his cheek

“How da-”

Smack!

side of his face, making him lose another three bloody

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to his right from the force and knocked

you hit Mr. Chomsky? You’re dead

in front of him, and Finnegan’s foot landed on his chest. Oscar

broke again, and he screeched

hastily retreated, no longer as confident as he was

a lot of money to spend. If Finnegan were to kill

out, “Feel free to come after me if you can

kicked Tristan to the ground before glancing at Killian, who was in the intensive

three days and three nights. He also

left equally swiftly.

got back on his feet, he bellowed, “Finnegan Larkin, you’re a lunatic! I’m going to kill

a tinge of regret-he should

would not be caught defenseless

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