The Healing Avenger novel Chapter 343

As they were going to discuss the matter of arranging the marriage between Nicolette and Braxler, Hector had reserved a private room at a hotel in advance.

Thus, after sitting for a short while, everyone left the Chance residence and drove separately to the hotel.

Finnegan's family traveled together.

In the car, Jennifer's brows were tightly knit, her face full of worry.

After noticing, Bernice asked, “Mom, what's wrong?”

“What else? I'm worried about your grandparents' health!”

Upon hearing that, Bernice was taken aback. “Didn't Finnegan just check on them? Their health issues were minor. A simple treatment would suffice. What else are you worried about?”

“Your mother's concerned that their heartaches will affect their physical health!” Patrick, who was sitting by the window on the left, took over the conversation with a bitter smile.

Upon hearing that, Bernice immediately understood why Jennifer was worried. “Mom, are you concerned that Nickie's situation might upset Granny and Granddad?”

Jennifer nodded. “Nickie has always been an excellent student since she was a child. She was able to open a kindergarten after graduating from university with the help of your uncle and others. If she wasn't capable, she wouldn't have been able to keep the kindergarten running. Now, she wants to marry Braxler, a man with grandiose aims but puny abilities. How can your grandparents not be distressed?”

As Jennifer spoke, her expression grew even more troubled, and she felt pity for Nicolette.

Bernice comforted Jennifer as she held the latter's hand, “Mom, don't worry about this matter. I've already asked Finnegan to figure out a solution. He'll do his best to make Nickie realize the true colors of Braxler and his mother.”

Jennifer said in bewilderment, “Finny? What can he possibly do?” It was as if Nicolette had been poisoned by Braxler, not listening to anyone in the Chance family. Finnegan is merely a cousin-in-law. What can he possibly do?

Sitting in the passenger seat, Finnegan responded with a smile, “Ms. Jennifer, Nicolette's condition is a type of mental illness. As long as it's an illness, I, as a doctor, can find a way to treat it.”

“Mental illness?”

In an effort to comfort Bernice and Jennifer, Finnegan nodded and responded, “Anyone with a bit of sense can see the wickedness of people like Braxler and his mother. Yet Nicolette stubbornly insists that Braxler is a good person. Isn't this a sign of psychological issues?”

If she wasn't mentally ill, how could she have treated a man who regarded everyone else as trash, as a treasure?

Finnegan's explanation, coupled with the fact that Nicolette was desperately trying to be with Braxler, enlightened Jennifer.

Jennifer nodded in agreement. “That seems to make sense. Nickie shouldn't be someone without independent thought.”

Finnegan said, “Rest assured. Nicolette has been brainwashed, but I will help her. Leave this matter to me.”

“Finny, if you can make it happen, I'd be truly grateful. Otherwise, Bernice's grandfather and uncle will be burdened with worry for the rest of their lives.”

“There's no need to be polite. It's what family should do.”

“It's been a long time since I've been to such a luxurious hotel. Let me take a look at the menu.” Upon arriving at the hotel's private dining room, everyone had barely taken their seats when Marion beckoned the waiter to hand her the menu.

She acted as though she was the hostess for the day. “I'll have three of these lobsters, two servings of this abalone, and I want this bluefin tuna to be raw.”

Without a second thought, she ordered more than ten dishes, not even bothering to ask what everyone else wanted to eat.

That caused the already displeased members of the Chance family to frown.

Upon seeing Nicolette, who was sitting next to Braxler with a gentle expression on her face, the Chance family members deflated like a punctured ball.

They had indeed expressed their dissatisfaction before. However, it was just that every time, Nicolette would step forward to defend Marion, even if it meant arguing with them.

Over time, their dissatisfaction with Marion and her son was mostly kept bottled up.

In his mind, he cursed. Where do you get the nerve to ask outright? Are you a beggar?

Marion laughed heartily and said, “I was only joking. Don't take it seriously. However, you still have five bottles left. When Nickie and Braxler get married, you'll have to bring them out. We must drink good wine on such a joyous occasion.”

To think she was still preoccupied with the remaining five bottles of wine.

Hector was so angry that it hurt him to his core.

However, as the vice principal of Capston and a person of extremely high cultural literacy, he was too dignified to utter vulgar words. He could only give a perfunctory nod and say, “Of course, they should have good wine at their wedding.”

As a result, Marion turned to Nicolette and said, “Your father is really good to you. When you get home, bring those five bottles of wine first and keep them at our place. This way, your parents won't accidentally forget to bring them when they're too busy with the wedding.”

The Chance family remained wordless, as did Bernice's family.

Even Finnegan couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

He discovered that compared to Marion, his uncles' families were actually quite cute.

At least when it came to the wedding, they weren't so shameless. They still thought they needed to buy a car and a house as a dowry to secure a bride.

However, it was clear that Marion lacked that kind of awareness.

Or perhaps she had firmly decided Nicolette would marry no one but Braxler and was prepared to make exorbitant demands. “Before we start our meal, let's discuss the matter of Nickie's marriage to Braxler. As per what was mentioned during our engagement, our family's financial situation isn't the best, so we don't have any dowry or such to offer. You all remember that, don't you?”

Hector was so angry that he clenched his fists, his face gloomy as he chose not to respond.

Cecilia sighed quietly, forcing a smile. “As long as Nickie and Braxler can live well, we can do without these formalities.”

“That you remember is enough,” Marion said with a satisfied smile. “The absence of a dowry is due to our poor circumstances. As a widow, it's already quite an achievement that I've managed to raise my son to be a son-in-law for your family. You won't regret the matter of the dowry, will you?”