A Healer’s Journey (Finnegan and Nuthana)

Chapter 273 Targeted

Bennett’s expression shifted abruptly. “It’s not Old Mr. Sable who’s behind this!”

Finnegan sighed lightly and played a voice message from Hailey on his phone.

“Mr. Larkin, I overheard a conversation between Reginald and Mike. It appears Ms. Zimmerman’s coma was orchestrated by Mike and Bishop. Their plan was simple: wait until her parents were desperate, then have Liam deliver the antidote, making it seem like a miracle by the Sables. If the Sables then proposed marriage, given Firebird Group’s crisis, the Zimmermans might accept. They didn’t expect you to awaken Ms. Zimmerman earlier, ruining their plan.”

After the playback, Finnegan added, “Bernice’s coma was induced by A Thousand Dreams, covertly given to Bishop by Mike to aid the Sables and his son. I was planning to confront Bishop about it at dinner tomorrow night at the Zimmerman residence!”

As he spoke, Finnegan’s tone was laced with underlying fury, angered by the betrayal and collusion within Bernice’s circle. His decision to dine with Bernice was largely influenced by Hailey’s message. Moreover, he needed to keep Bishop and his party in line.

Bennett looked unsettled. “That proves the Sables have A Thousand Dreams, but it doesn’t confirm Old Mr. Sable ordered me to kill you.”

Finnegan, smiling, held up three fingers. “First, A Thousand Dreams isn’t common, and fewer than a hundred in Loang can make it. In Jadeborough, besides you and me, I doubt there’s a third. Second, your respectful reference to ‘Old Mr. Sable’ suggests a significant level of regard. Why else would you address him so honorably?”

He continued with a playful tone, “Third, I have enemies, but currently, the Sables are the most eager to see me dead, and they once had A Thousand Dreams in their hands. Considering these points, I’m certain Reginald Sable is your benefactor, the one who tasked you with my assassination.”

Bennett opened his mouth to refute but halted at Finnegan’s confident demeanor. “You’re really cunning!”

Finnegan, not directly interrogating Bennett, had pieced together the mastermind from mere clues. Storing away his phone, he remarked, “I was just lucky to get that message today.”

Without it, Finnegan might have suspected Bennett’s connection to the Sables but wouldn’t have been so

sure.

Bennett’s past was something he hadn’t discussed with Nancy, let alone an outsider. “You’re being too humble! Now, can you explain how you know so much about me?” he inquired, bewildered by Finnegan’s extensive knowledge despite his years of solitude.

I’m aware of it. But don’t worry, I only know the basics, not the finer

facing death shouldn’t be too curious.” Closing his eyes, he made a final request, “Just don’t let Nancy know about her true parentage, and please don’t hold any grudges

action, Bennett opened his eyes, puzzled. “Why haven’t you made your

1/3

Star to back off, wearing a calm smile.

as a favor repayment. Why would I kill you for that? Besides, I know now that Reginald

Finnegan’s expression changed as

Puff!

burst of blood erupted

him. But before he could reach Finnegan, a bullet pierced his left shoulder,

initially faded into the shadows, quickly reemerged, their attention on a distant power

vanished among the fruit trees in pursuit, saying, “Sniper spotted, keep Mr.

Finnegan behind some trees for cover. After a brief hesitation, he also pulled

Bennett thanked

whose heart area was drenched in

Wright residence and had obtained Stephen’s number as a

It looks…

ten minutes of the call, Jadeborough was engulfed in turmoil.

The police department mobilized eight

port city was heavily fortified, permitting entry

howls of the wind and tension heightened the senses of those attuned to the unrest, curious about what turmoil had

Jerome and Kenneth also emerged from their homes, moving discreetly. Alexander, accompanied by several experts, made

helicopter belonging to the Jadeborough branch of the Military Department discreetly landed in the backyard of

the house, forming a protective

the bed, his