The Healing Avenger novel Chapter 345

Do I have a daughter?

Marion's mind short-circuited for a moment. “Why are you asking?”

“Could you marry off your daughter to me if you have one?” Finnegan asked with a grin. “Just buy me a mansion, a Lamborghini, rent an island for the wedding, and transfer all your family assets to me, and I might just consider marrying your daughter!”

The members of the Chance family were initially at a loss as to Finnegan's intentions.

But upon hearing that, they broke into smiles and looked mockingly at Marion, whose face was flushed bright red.

Finnegan didn't give Marion a chance to speak. He continued, “If you're not willing to offer anything, I bet the daughter you raised will never be able to get married!”

“What nonsense are you spouting? If you want to marry my daughter, you must provide a betrothal gift. There's no such thing as marrying a girl without offering a betrothal gift in this world!” Marion retorted furiously.

As soon as those words were spoken, Marion's expression changed.

She realized that she had misspoken out of anger.

However, she no longer had the chance to refute it.

Finnegan suddenly pounded a hand on the table and stood up, his voice booming.

“So, you know that providing a betrothal gift when marrying someone else's daughter is essential. And here I thought you were wholly ignorant. But what are you doing now? If you have a daughter, it's only natural for her to receive a betrothal gift. Yet, it's considered outrageous for you to give the same when begetting a daughter-in-law? Moreover, the Chance family has already shown you much respect by holding it against you. But why are you so shameless? You act as though you're selling your son off, though he is not going to be a live-in son-in-law. Do you have any conscience?”

Each word resonated loudly, causing Marion's face to flush in embarrassment.

For a moment, she didn't know how to refute Finnegan.

Unexpectedly, Nicolette stood up instead. “Finnegan, I only acknowledge you as my cousin-in-law out of respect for Bernice. Don't think that I truly hold you in high regard. What right do you have to lecture my future mother-in-law? Even my grandparents didn't say anything!”

“What do you want them to say?” Finnegan's voice grew louder, causing a painful ringing in Nicolette's ears, leaving her stunned.

Bernice's heart clenched. “Finnegan?”

After casting Bernice a reassuring glance, Finnegan stared right at Nicolette.

“They've said it all previously. But did you listen? Not only did you refuse to listen, but you kicked up a fuss and even threatened to take your own life just for the sake of getting engaged to this worthless man. So, it's not that your grandparents didn't try to dissuade you. Instead, you were foolish and brainless, turning a deaf ear to them and putting your family in a difficult position!”

Braxler was infuriated by the humiliation. “Who are you calling worthless?”

Finnegan shot him a fierce glance. “Did I give you permission to speak?”

A chilling and oppressive aura weighed down on Braxler, who instantly felt like he had plunged into icy waters.

In the next moment, there was a sudden warmth between his legs, and a foul smell began to permeate the private room.

Nicolette frowned and lowered her head, his expression changing slightly. “What's wrong with you, Braxler?”

Braxler glanced down, and his face instantly flushed bright red as he stood up. “I... I... Mind your own business!”

After stammering for a moment, Braxler quickly turned around and ran out. Everyone saw a large wet patch on his pants. Astonishingly, he had been scared to the point of wetting himself by Finnegan.

Marion quickly followed him out. “What's wrong, Braxler? Did you have trouble holding it?”

Eugene mocked, “He's a grown man, yet he was so scared by you and peed his pants, Finnegan. How embarrassing.”

“Nicolette!” Finnegan stopped before Nicolette, his voice taking on a mysterious depth under the curious gazes of everyone around. It made Nicolette, who was about to leave, look at him uncontrollably.

When her gaze met Finnegan's eyes, her body suddenly stiffened. Her eyes became unfocused before turning vacant.

What's going on here?

Finnegan's brows furrowed, for the resolve deep within Nicolette was even more steadfast than he had imagined.

An idea occurred to him, and he asked, “What was your ideal type in the past?”

That question did not involve Braxler, so Nicolette's instinctive resistance lessened considerably. “Someone evenly matched, treats me well, and exceptionally ambitious!”

Finnegan's voice lowered, hitting her right in the heart. “Then, do you think you and Braxler are evenly matched? Does he treat you well? And is he ambitious?”

Her delicate body trembling, Nicolette gave no response. It was as though she had fallen into a trance.

Finnegan raised his right hand. “Remember this. You are outstanding, and he is not worthy of you. You deserve a better man!”

With a snap of his fingers, Nicolette's body shuddered once again.

Her vacant expression and gaze gradually returned to normal, but her eyes slowly reddened, and she was seemingly on the verge of tears.

A pang of distress hit Cecilia, and she rose to her feet. “Nico—”

Finnegan turned around and stopped her timely. “Don't interfere in this anymore, Aunt Cecilia. Let Nicolette handle what comes next on her own. If she still wants to marry Braxler and is willing to accept those conditions, then let her be.”

He sat down and picked up his cup. The server also began to serve the food.

Braxler, who had changed his pants, entered the room with Marion, his face flushed.

Nicolette slowly lifted his head, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Subsequently, she uttered words that greatly delighted the Chance family. “Braxler, let's break up!”