A Healer’s Journey (Finnegan and Nuthana)

Chapter 84 Two Days Left

Alld. It’s killing me! Dad, just let me die! I don’t want to live anymore! I really don’t want on live, please! Let me die! I’m begging you!”

in

In the Va Neurology Ward, Killian’s limbs twisted as he suffered another attack. After enduring this torture for over ten days, he was now skin and bones, and his screams from the

were hoarse

Gone was the confident demeanor that the scion of the Chomsky family used to exude,

The wounds on his limbs repeatedly split apart, causing blood to ooze out every hour. The hospital bed he lay on was now a terrifying canvas of crimson stains.

Tristan observed his son’s anguished face, his own eyes bloodshot. “Killi, just endure a bit longer. I promise to make Finnegan cure you while on his knees, and then you can be the one to take him down. His entire family will pay the price for what you’ve endured!”

“But I can’t endure it any longer! I can’t!”

More than ten days of forment had shattered Killian’s will to live, he simply longed for the release of death.

Tristan was about to offer further words of comfort when Finnegan’s amused voice sounded. “You better endure it, as I’m still waiting for the moment you’ll kneel and beg for mercy.”

“Finnegan!”

Tristan swiftly turned around. His surrounding bodyguards went on high alert as well.

Finnegan strolled over with a smile, casting a sidelong glance at Killian’s wretched state. He clucked his tongue and said, “Well, even if you were to kneel and repent now, it seems like you wouldn’t be able to kneel properly, huh?”

After days of torment and two or three hundred instances of agonizing contortions, there was no longer a patch of intact flesh on Killian’s limbs. He appeared to be a bloody mess.

Iven if the contorting episodes stopped, he was now destined to be a cripple for the rest of

his life

Tristan growled, “Finnegan!”

From his hospital bed, Killian let out a hoarse roar of anger. “Finnegan, this won’t end well for you Just give me a quick death already!”

After what your dad just said,

to leave my hometown, destroyed my entire family, and left my dad paralyzed and unable to care for himself. How could I possibly give you a quick death?”

“Besides, you repented. Why should you enjoy a quick death?”

haven’t

but the pain from his twisted limbs left him only able to scream

agony.

chance. Make Killi’s suffering stop, or you’ll

Killian in so much pain. has improved my mood quite a bit. As for giving me a chance, there’s no need for that. You better make the most of the last chance I’m giving the Chomsky family, especially since there are only two

retreating figure, Tristan contemplated ordering the bodyguards to

end, he held back. “Finnegan,

had left the hospital. His seniors

deliver the Long Life Pill

his plans and took a taxi

“Finnegan!”

in a black

lit up at the sight. “Darling, you look absolutely

and modestly, giving off a pure and elegant vibe. However, that day,

“Wasn’t I

were, but every day, you seem more beautiful than the last, and my

Bernice burst into laughter.

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tongue

chuckled. “Having a smooth tongue is a surefire way to master the art of kissing. Seems like you’ve had some

Bernice’s lips twitched.

mix of amusement and exasperation, she asked, “Is there anything I say that your can’t turn into a slick remark?”

this be considered slick? These are words. of love from

in exasperation. “Be honest with me. Do I really look good in this outfit today?”

not that the outfit makes you look good; you just naturally look good. You

the situation when he had treated Bernice. Her figure was

However…

why suppress your natural magnificence? Wearing something

deepening, Bernice muttered under her breath, “You meanie! You must’ve

she purposely chose a slightly smaller size for her undergarments so that her ample bosom wouldn’t bounce too much as she walked, which would attract looks and