A Healer’s Journey (Finnegan and Nuthana) Novel novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118 Feel Free To Leave 

As a cultured person, even though Desmond had given his son a slap across the face in the morning, it had also served him a reminder that just because he could let go of the hurt caused by his family, he shouldn’t expect Finnegan to exhibit the same magnanimity, 

Everyone had their unique emotions and reactions, and he reckoned his son was entitled to exercise his freedom in that regard. 

Finnegan fell silent and accepted the bank card before stating, “I’ll keep hold of this for the time being. If you and Mom need it, just let me know.” 

Otherwise, these funds will surely end up in the hands of Uncle Adrian or Uncle Raymond… 

He was all too familiar with his parents’ soft-hearted nature. 

Letting out a deep sigh, Desmond was ready to go take a rest. 

Quiana, too, tried to tamp down the horrible feeling swirling within her and got to her feet. 

“Dad, Mom…” 

Taking in their despondent expressions, Finnegan grappled with his emotions before saying, “I’ll instruct Dr. Cooper to keep looking for a suitable bone marrow match for Max, and I will also ensure that he dedicates all efforts to perform the surgeries for Xavier and his sister. This is the most I can concede!” 

Desmond and Quiana’s faces brightened with joy when they heard that. 

Tears welled up in Quiana’s eyes as she said, “We understand. This is enough. We won’t push you any 

further.” 

Noticing the unresolved conflict in their demeanor, Finnegan sighed softly to himself before feigning ignorance and saying, “Mom, there’s another matter I’d like to ask for your help with.” 

“What is it?” 

Finnegan replied, “Next Friday, the clinic I’m partnering with Mr. Magnussen will be opening. We’ll need someone to handle the cooking. Could you lend a hand, Mom?” 

At first, his plan was to arrange a rehabilitation system for Desmond after his recovery to address his 

unfulfilled desires. 

However, he knew that if Quiana were left with nothing to do, she would likely start overthinking things. As such, he figured it might be better to keep his mother occupied with something as well. 

Quiana’s face lit up as she replied, “Of course! I’ve actually been thinking about offering my help before.” 

“Finny, since I’m recovering, is there anything I can help you with too?” Seeing that his wife was about to become occupied with work, Desmond grew a little eager as well. 

Finnegan replied, “Dad, I have a surprise for you once you’ve fully recovered. I promise it will bring you great satisfaction.” 

Desmond nodded. “All right. I’ll follow your arrangements.” 

With some of the tension between them seeming to fade, Finnegan piped up, “Let’s get ready for dinner 

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then. It’s almost done.” 

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, Wednesday had arrived. 

The aftermath of the Chomsky family’s downfall had finally settled, with no one bringing up the topic 

anymore. 

Finnegan’s life slowly regained its normalcy as he moved back and forth between Dragon Bay and Jerome Medical Clinic each day. While treating Desmond, he was also busy preparing for the opening of Jerome Medical Clinic. 

Life was uneventful but fulfilling. 

One morning, after treating Desmond as usual, Finnegan headed over to Jerome Medical Clinic. 

After days of diligent preparation, coupled with Casper’s valuable assistance, the clinic had been revitalized. The establishment now boasted a fresh look and had even brought in a few nurses to aid in its operations. 

Gazing at the clinic that had been closed for two years and was the culmination of his lifetime’s efforts, Jerome radiated with joy. “Master, it’s all thanks to you! If you hadn’t cured Yuliana, I might have never been able to restart my career. You’re truly my savior!” 

“Mr. Magnussen, you’ve dedicated yourself to healing others for decades. This is the result of your good deeds, and my role in this is minimal,” Finnegan humbly replied. 

Jerome chuckled heartily as he found Finnegan’s humility to be quite endearing. “You’re being too modest, Master. By the way, who should we invite for the grand opening?” 

The latter responded, “We’re in the business of healing and saving lives, not selling products. Let’s not bother with all those unnecessary things and keep it simple and straightforward.” 

Jerome nodded. “All right. I won’t go out of my way to invite anyone over, then. Whoever wants to come can come, and we’ll keep it simple with the hospitality.” 

“Excuse me, is Mr. Larkin around?” a woman’s voice called out from ahead. 

Casper, who was busy moving things, turned around and saw a stunning and stylish woman. 

“Are you looking for Finnegan? He’s at the back. Just head over there yourself,” he said. 

“Thank you.” 

After expressing her gratitude, the woman walked in. Surprisingly, it was Liam’s secretary, Hailey. 

Upon seeing her, Finnegan turned to Jerome and said, “Mr. Magnussen, I’m going to have a chat with her in the back. You can carry on with your tasks.” 

“All right. I’ll go check if Yuliana has returned. She’s been going for rehabilitation therapy every day,” Jerome replied, nodding. 

Soon after, Finnegan brought Hailey to the gazebo in the backyard. 

After taking a seat, he scrutinized the woman from head to toe. 

With a height of one-meter-seventy, she wore an orange dress that extended to the middle of her thighs, 

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drawing attention to her gracefully long and alluring legs. 

Moreover, the dress appeared to have been specially tailored to enhance Hailey’s figure, accentuating her curves to perfection. 

“Liam certainly has an eye for beauty. You’re quite an impressive secretary,” Finnegan commented. 

“You flatter me, Mr. Larkin,” Hailey replied, her expression tinged with nervousness. 

“So, tell me, why did you pass me the note that night?” Finnegan asked. 

On the night when Bernice was kidnapped, Hailey had secretly passed him a note before leaving, mentioning that Liam had plans involving him. 

Finnegan remained curious about this incident. 

“When I saw Mr. Wright opening the car door for you that night, I suspected he wasn’t actually invited by the Haimowitz and Miles families. Instead, he came specifically for you,” Hailey replied nervously. 

Upon hearing this, Finnegan nodded in realization. “I see.” 

His 

gaze 

fell on the woman once again before he asked, “But why didn’t you inform Liam?” 

If she had informed Liam, he wouldn’t have appeared at Bennett Farmhouse that day, and he wouldn’t have dared to threaten me either. 

Hailey didn’t dare to hide anything. “I was afraid that if Mr. Sable knew, he might try to appease y shifting the blame for framing you onto me and sacrificing me.” 

Finnegan remarked, “You’re quite a clever and calculating woman, aren’t you? So, what brings you today?” 

“I’m here on Mr. Sable’s orders,” came Hailey’s reply.