A Healer’s Journey (Finnegan and Nuthana)

Chapter 305 Stand Up And Fight Back

A group of well-trained individuals dressed in black entered Jerome Medical Clinic, led by a tall and handsome young man exuding arrogance.

Patients waiting in the clinic quickly retreated, fearing they might get beaten up.

Shaun and the other two were playing a game. Upon hearing the commotion, they hastily stepped out to investigate.

As they exited, Jaxon complained, “Who the heck is blind enough to cause trouble at Jerome Medical Clinic…”

However, as Jaxon laid eyes on the leading young man, his expression instantly stiffened, and his legs trembled.

Zephyr also recognized the young man. His face turned grim as he muttered, “Damn, why is it him?”

Shaun was from Bellridge and didn’t recognize who the newcomer was, so he asked, “Who is it?”

Zephyr lowered his voice and explained. “He’s Jacques Zymons, the owner of Green Vine Media. The god- grandson of Mdm. Marisol Yeatman of Fleur Villa!”

Though the name Jacques wasn’t known to Shaun, the mention of Fleur Villa and Marisol caused a sudden change in his expression.

Theoden would pay his respects to Marisol at Fleur Villa every year and had Tyrone station hundreds of men outside Fleur Villa permanently.

Moreover, Theoden also delivered a warning that whoever dared to provoke Fleur Villa would be considered his enemy.

More than a decade ago, Theoden’s youngest son, George Wahlstrom, offended Marisol when he was young and impetuous. The rumor had it that he was severely beaten by Theoden, causing him six months of recovery, and had to recuperate for half a year.

Theoden did not even spare his own son, indirectly causing Fleur Villa to be feared and speculated upon by others.

Yet, no one dared to investigate. They simply remembered that in Jadeborough both the Wright family and Fleur Villa shouldn’t be provoked.

With a sneer, Jacques walked up to Jaxon and said, “So, you’re the nephew of Gilbert, right? Haven’t seen you in two or three years. Were you cursing me just now?”

Even Trey, who was present, didn’t dare to confront Jacques. J

Jaxon, being just Gilbert’s nephew, felt even more apprehensive.

Before Jaxon could respond, Jacques kicked him to the ground and mocked, “I think you’re the blind one. How dare you curse me?”

Feeling wronged but not daring to explode, Jaxon stammered, “Mr. Jacques, I didn’t know it was you. I’m

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sorry.”

family, Fleur Villa is the last thing you want

Langdon family and the Wahlstrom family were acquainted.

rich, spoiled brat from the Langdon family,

back. No matter what

and Jerome also walked out from behind.

the patients had been driven out, Finnegan didn’t even bother to ask what had happened. He was even less interested in knowing

to teach them a lesson

was taken

turned around to look at Finnegan, whom he didn’t

Jerome, saying, “Dr. Magnussen, my grandmother is suddenly ill. Please prepare and come with Old Mr.

tone was commanding.

Jacques had completely ignored him. “Jaxon, are you deaf? Or

speak up after he was “generous’ enough to ignore his

“Kid, do you know

to h*ll! I’ll kill

sentence, Jaxon, who had initially been somewhat hesitant, leaped up and landed a punch

nose started bleeding profusely. He felt

kid, but after overcoming his fear of Jacques, he didn’t hesitate to throw

with Jacques were all Tyrone’s men. When they realized, they

didn’t

bodyguards from the Miles family rushed out quickly.

at Finnegan, who remained calm.

“Let’s go together!”

in from outside, joining forces with the Miles family’s bodyguards to directly charge at those

rushed over, cooperating with Jaxon to beat Jacques mercilessly.

cursed as he struck, “Damn, you’re just Marisol’s god-grandson from the prphanage. You’re not even related to her biologically. What’s with the pretentious

being battered by the trio,

insane? Don’t you know my grandmother is someone even Old Mr. Wahlstrom respects: Don’t you realize a word from

kicked Jacques in the mouth, asserting, “With Finnegan’s

one!”

and Jaxon echoed, “Exactly,

beating Jacques until, in the end, he could no longer muster