The Healing Avenger novel Chapter 325

Upon hearing that, both Charlie and Celine were taken aback.

Upon realizing what Finnegan had said, Charlie anxiously responded. “Mr. Larkin, I am at a loss with Mdm. Yeatman's illness. I implore you to intervene. You were Master Song's teacher. You must certainly have a solution.”

The most crucial thing was Charlie wanted to see what abilities Finnegan possessed that made the latter capable of assuming the role of Humphrey's teacher.

Celine frowned. “Dr. Larkin, Old Mr. Wahlstrom said your medical skills are extraordinary and that you can surely cure Ms. Yeatman. What do you mean?”

She didn't expect Finnegan to ask Charlie, who was at his wits' end, to perform the treatment while he came to clean up the garbage at the residence as though there were no housekeepers around.

Finnegan said earnestly, “Mr. Zester can cure this disease. I'm here tonight just to clean up.”

Unbelievably, Finnegan still clung to his argument, which inevitably stirred emotions in Celine.

Just as Celine was about to speak, Marisol struggled to raise her hand. “Dr. Larkin, I must trouble you then. Whatever you need, you can ask Celine to do it!”

Celine was taken aback. “Ms. Yeatman?”

Marisol firmly stated, “Follow the advice of Dr. Larkin.”

Seeing Marisol's grimace, Celine could only nod. “Yes.”

Finnegan patted Charlie's shoulder. “Mr. Zester, I've heard that you have a very impressive healing technique. I would appreciate it if you could use it on Mdm. Yeatman in half an hour. By then, she will naturally recover.”

Having said that, Finnegan nodded at Marisol and then left the room.

Celine wanted to say something, but upon seeing Marisol wave at her, she had no choice but to follow him out.

Inside the courtyard, upon seeing Finnegan emerge, Jacqueline quickly asked, “How is my grandmother doing?”

Finnegan completely ignored Jacqueline, not even bothering to pay attention to Norman and the others, as he walked straight past them.

That turn of events left everyone astounded.

Jacqueline asked, “Celine, what's wrong?”

Suppressing her emotions, Celine responded earnestly, “He said that Mr. Zester can cure your grandmother's illness. He only came over tonight to clean up Fleur Villa. He also mentioned that in half an hour, if Mr. Zester takes action, your grandmother will naturally recover!”

“What?” Jacqueline already harbored resentment toward Finnegan. Upon hearing that, she couldn't help but angrily shout, “That b*stard—”

“Enough!” Norman interrupted Jacqueline's speech. “Whatever Dr. Larkin says, that's what it is. Let's go and see what happened.”

Norman and Skylar left first, with Tyrone following closely behind.

Jacqueline anxiously asked, “Celine, what's going on? It's clear that Finnegan has no way to treat Grandma, so why does Grandpa Norman seem to believe in him?”

Celine was also quite puzzled, but both Marisol and Norman shared the same attitude, leaving her with no choice. “Let's go and see what he's up to with this clean up.”

The group of people gradually arrived by the small pond outside the courtyard, surrounded by more than a dozen willow trees.

Finnegan strolled into the pavilion and took a seat. Casually, he beckoned to the following Celine. “Could you please bring over a coffee set? I'd like to have tea with Mr. Calandrino and Mr. Dunn!”

Celine turned to look back at Norman.

The latter walked into the pavilion with a smile on his face and sat down, saying, “Do what Dr. Larkin asks!”

When Norman finally spoke up, Celine had no choice but to instruct the housekeeper to bring a coffee set.

Tyrone, who was also seated, pulled the coffee set toward him. “Allow me to brew some coffee for you both.”

Finnegan gave a faint smile. “Thank you, Mr. Calandrino.”

Turning to the small pond, he said to Celine, “I'm going to start cleaning up as well. Could you please find a few water pumps to clean this pond? Drain all the water.”

Celine furrowed her brows.

The small pond was only constructed a couple of years ago, and Marisol would often sit there to feed the fish whenever she had some free time.

Thus, Celine hesitated, thinking it shouldn't be done.

Yet, Norman nodded. “Go!”

Upon hearing that, Celine walked over and said, “That's impossible. After this pond was built, we introduced hundreds of fish fry. Over the past two years, I estimate that they have multiplied to thousands.”

As they were speaking, one of the Dunn family's elites exclaimed, “There seems to be a big fish in the water.”

Everyone looked intently, only to see a shadow moving under the water's surface. It was nearly a meter long and moved at a considerable speed.

Celine's eyes widened. “Where did such a big fish come from?”

In the beginning, the only fish they dumped into the pool were ornamental fish fries, which could grow to a maximum of a few pounds.

At that moment, the large fish in the water weighed at least several hundred pounds.

Norman couldn't help but approach, his expression slightly cold. “Dr. Larkin, is this the fish you intend to kill?”

Finnegan set down his cup, nodding solemnly. “It's not just this fish, but all the fish in there that needs to be killed!”

Upon hearing that, Norman waved his hand, commanding, “Into the water, kill the fish!”

Ten of the Dunn family's elite, poised and ready, successively plunged into the water. They raised their long swords and lined up, advancing forward, steadily constricting the large fish's swimming space.

When only two meters remained, the large fish suddenly leaped out of the water, its sharp, stark white teeth snapping toward one of the Dunn family's elite.

At that point, everyone, with the aid of the lamplight, had clearly seen what the big fish looked like.

In an instant, there was a shock.

Jacqueline was even more speechless. “What kind of fish is this?”

The fish was nearly a meter long, its slender body surprisingly covered in hair. Its head bore the shape of a fish, but its nose was eerily human-like, a sight that was truly terrifying.

The most crucial part was that the moment it leaped out of the water, the air temperature plummeted abruptly. It caused everyone to tense up involuntarily.

The elites of the Dunn family, targeted by the large fish, were completely terrified. He stood frozen in place, forgetting to react, as he watched the fish about to bite off his head.

Norman said in a deep voice, “Time to make your appearance, Crutchon!”