The Healing Avenger novel Chapter 149

Chapter 149

Chapter 149 Not Your Real Sister

No one had anticipated Casper to ask that question. noveldrama

Fimegan’s lips twitched.

“Finny, I couldn’t be happier if you could become my son-in-law!” Jenna chimed in, laughing.

The atmosphere grew increasingly awkward.

Josephine flushed crimson. “Mom, Casper!”

“Josephine, what are you shy about?” Casper chuckled, “When you were kids, Finnegan said he would marry you when you grew up. The two of you even pinky-swore it.”

Finnegan managed a bitter smile. “Casper, that was childhood talk. Let’s not joke about it now.”

Josephine kicked Casper under the table. “Yes, stop talking nonsense.”

Her eyes, however, subtly flitted toward Finnegan.

No one could decipher the thoughts swirling in her mind.

Jenna held Finnegan’s hand. “Finny, we have been neighbors for decades. Your parents also agreed that you and Josephine are perfect for each other. Casper is not joking. You should really consider it.”

Jenna’s tone suddenly took on a serious turn.

Josephine’s face flushed an even deeper shade of red. “Mom!”

Finnegan felt a twitch at the corner of his eyes, struck by the sudden realization that his parents and Jenna had choreographed this evening, an orchestrated scheme to bring up the subject of Josephine.

Even though Quiana had mentioned Josephine before, Finnegan had never taken her mother seriously. After all, he only thought of Josephine as his elder sister.

“Mdm. Dickson-”

Just when Finnegan was about to explain that he had a girlfriend, Josephine interjected, “Finnegan, just ignore my mother. She keeps thinking I’ll end up a spinster.”

“You’re already twenty-five,” Jenna said, shooting a glare at her daughter. “When I was your age, you were already running about.”

“Times have changed, Mom. Who gets married so young these days?”

“I didn’t ask you to get married right now. I just wish you were already in a relationship. You and Finny grew up together. Where else are you going to find someone who knows you this well?”

Josephine’s face turned crimson at her mother’s lecture. She was at a loss for words.

Finnegan smiled awkwardly. “Mdm. Dickson, I treat Josephine as an elder sister of mine.”

“But she’s not your real sister,” Jenna said. “So, you should think about it seriously. I want nothing. I just want you to treat Josephine well.”

Casper chimed in, “That’s right. I’m not the type of brother-in-law that will trouble you either.”

Finnegan didn’t feel right to mention that he already had a girlfriend by then.

After all, they were so enthusiastic about it. Bringing up the fact that he had a girlfriend would only serve to dampen everyone’s mood,

He could only nod perfunctorily and say, “Okay, I’ll give it some thought.”

After dinner, Finnegan made his excuses and got ready to leave, but Jenna insisted that Josephine walk

him out.

“Josephine, see Finnegan out the door.”

“It’s okay. I can see myself out the door. Take a good rest, Josephine,” Finnegan said.

“It’s Sunday tomorrow. She doesn’t need to work. Just let her walk you out.”

Jenna kept insisting that Josephine accompany Finnegan so much so that he could not refuse.

Finnegan found himself getting into the elevator with Josephine awkwardly.

Downstairs, Finnegan scratched the back of his head and said, “Josephine, you can head back upstairs. I can hail a taxi and leave on my own.”

“I’ll stay a little longer, lest my mom nag me later.” Josephine strode forward, leaving Finnegan with no choice but to keep up with her.

They walked out of the residential area together. Josephine cocked her head and eyed Finnegan. “You’ve changed so much in the last five years. A lot must have happened.”

She remembered him as a skinny young man when he left home.

He had been a reserved and quiet person back then.

However, he had gotten fitter and manlier now.

He struggled to wrap his head around the reason, so he stopped thinking about it and went to the taxi

stand.

“What are you guys doing? Let me go!”

“Help! Someone’s getting robbed!”

“Who are you people? How dare you openly rob people like this? Someone, please call the police!”

As Finnegan was about to hail a taxi, Josephine’s piercing screams cut through the air, accompanied by panicked shouts from bystanders.

Finnegan turned around and noticed that two men were dragging Josephine into a van without a license plate.

His eyes narrowed as he dashed forward immediately.

However, they were about thirty meters apart, and it happened too suddenly.

He sprinted, but it was too late. The van sped off even when the doors were still open, leaving behind only

a crumpled piece of paper and a malevolent message from a man that read: Come alone and don’t call the cops. Meet us here in thirty minutes, or you will be responsible for the consequences!

Finnegan halted in his steps.

They’re targeting me?

He thought it was Josephine who had offended someone.

He opened the crumpled paper, and it was the address of a workshop out of town.

Finnegan clenched his fist, crumpling the paper again.

Anger clouded his features. Who is it this time? Is it Solomon or is it someone else?

As he thought about the people he had offended lately, almost all of them would harbor the motive to do this.

Ignoring the clamor of the crowd, Finnegan pulled out his phone and dialed Alisha’s number.

“Tonight,” he said in a frigid tone, “I’m going to kill someone.”