A Healer’s Journey (Finnegan and Nuthana)

Chapter 271 Casanova

“Everyone’s hard work is appreciated, but it’s just a birthday, after all. Nancy, let’s not do this again, okay? Everyone’s really busy, and I’m not too fussed about birthdays!” Bennett remarked as he and Nancy joined the rest of the party at the riverside pavilion.

Bennett looked resigned, gently chiding Nancy.

Rhiannon interjected, “Mr. Sanchez, Nancy’s gesture is her way of showing her respect and love. Please don’t be too hard on her. Plus, we have to dine anyway. Getting to celebrate your birthday while enjoying the great meal you’ve prepared is a treat for us all.”

Shaun and the others, despite this being their first encounter with Bennett, echoed this sentiment respectfully.

Bennett, with a reluctant smile, said, “Well, if everyone insists. Give me a moment, I’ll bring out my three- year-old pineapple wine for you all to try.”

As Bennett turned and noticed Finnegan, he nodded in acknowledgment before walking away.

Finnegan, taking a seat, queried, “Nancy, is this the first time you’ve celebrated your dad’s birthday?”

Nancy explained, “Dad’s never told me his birthday, and he avoids the question whenever I ask. I’ve never celebrated it before! I only found out today because I stumbled upon his ID while doing laundry. Otherwise, he probably would’ve never told me.”

This elicited a laughter from Shaun, who remarked, “It’s not unusual. I always forget my parents’ and grandparents’ birthdays until the last minute.”

“That’s pretty cold, man. I always remember my family’s birthdays. It’s a good chance to act nice and score some extra pocket money!” Zephyr chimed in.

Their banter continued until Bennett reappeared with a clay pot.

The chatter subsided as he placed the pot down and broke its wax seal. A tantalizing scent of pineapple and alcohol filled the air. “Brewed this three years ago,” Bennett explained. “Used almost ripe pineapples and double-distilled corn wine. By now, it should be smooth with a slightly sour, sweet undertone.”

Shaun sniffed the aroma. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think this was some kind of fruit juice.”

mild and not too strong to taste. But it packs a punch later on, so go easy

us. You’re meeting us for the first time and probably aren’t aware of how much we can

back into his old ways of overconfidence and showboating, Finnegan lightly tapped his head, reprimanding, “You should realize

really hurt! And by the way, we all address

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generation gap. Doesn’t that seem a little

couldn’t help but giggle. “Considering Finnegan is my grandfather’s

roles. I definitely don’t want to be called Finnegan’s

caused uproarious laughter throughout the room, effectively marking the start of

dinner.

gathering. “I want to extend my heartfelt thanks to Finnegan and everyone present here tonight for joining us in celebrating my father’s birthday. Let’s raise a

a part of my earliest childhood memories, you’ve always been the dad I cherished the most. After Mom passed away, you single-handedly raised me for twelve years, sparing no effort to provide the best for me

for all that you’ve done for me!” With that, Nancy raised her glass and emptied it in

packs a punch later on. And really, it’s me who owes you thanks. You’ve taught me so much about responsibility and the true meaning of a fulfilling

toast, emptying his glass

his slightly wet eyes, complained, “Do we have to get so emotional? Now you’ve

mood lightened as everyone

the start of the meal. “Let’s dig in. The pork chop and duck confit are best when hot. They lose their charm once they cool

shifted from the earlier sentimentality to a more jovial tone. Everyone picked up their wine glasses or chopsticks,

to Bennett’s warning, the pineapple wine, though delightful to sip,

appeared slightly tipsy, on the verge of dozing off.

his face flushed and sweating lightly,

slapped Finnegan’s shoulder and slurred, “Finnegan, remember when you were little? You used to tag along after my sister, vowing to marry her. You even made her pinky swear not to change for a hundred years. Now look at you, all grown up and changing your mind. You’re such a rascal! Thinking about what my sister has been going through lately, it’s heartbreaking. Her genuine feelings for you, all wasted! And you know, I doubt I’d accept anyone else as my