The Healing Avenger novel Chapter 365

On two occasions, Finnegan had used the Martial Arts Alliance's South-North Badge to assert his commissary status, fundamentally not for his own personal gain.

That was something he shouldn't have done.

Brutus remarked, “That's reasonable enough, isn't it?”

The first time was to suppress Oswald for self-protection, the second time was to assist Nicolette, and incidentally to eliminate future troubles for Bernice's grandmother's family.

“Hahaha!”

Hank burst out laughing, leaving Brutus utterly bewildered. “What's so funny, Mr. Weatherby?” he asked.

Gradually stifling his laughter, Hank patted Brutus's shoulder and said, “It seems reasonable enough. The first time Finnegan used the Martial Arts Alliance's South-North Badge was for self-protection, and the second time he used it was for Bernice's cousin and her maternal grandmother's family. Both times, he did it for his own benefit! But if you think back to the two times he used the Martial Arts Alliance's South-North Badge, what happened? Wasn't the commotion too great?”

Upon hearing this, Brutus fell into deep thought.

Hank was not in a hurry. He took the coffee brought by the servant and sat down to one side.

A moment later, Brutus's eyes widened in shock. “Could it be...”

Understanding what Brutus was implying, Hank nodded. “Before Oswald's death, Nuthana's Martial Arts Alliance received a special order from the chairman and expelled all members of the Farrington family from the alliance. Kieran committed suicide, the Luzon family was exterminated, all because they assassinated the chairman's commissary. If Finnegan is simply a commissary obtained through favoritism, where would all these problems come from?”

Brutus still found it somewhat hard to believe. “Perhaps he eradicated them completely with the help of Walter?”

Hank gently shook his head. “Walter was a dominant figure throughout his life. How could he have allowed Finnegan to repay his kindness? Therefore, there could only be two possibilities!”

“What could those possibilities be?” Brutus asked.

Sipping his coffee, the look in Hank's eyes darkened slightly as he said, “Firstly, Finnegan is a blade wielded by our senior, Walter. A blade meant to prune the deadwood within the Martial Arts Alliance. Secondly, Finnegan has secrets that we are unaware of. His position as the commissary is not without merit. What you've discovered is only what someone wanted you to find!”

Brutus furrowed his brow. “How could anyone possibly mess up our investigation?”

Hank flashed him a meaningful smile as he replied, “There are some who can indeed accomplish it. So, you should thoroughly investigate Finnegan's background and his recent activities. The explanation you've found surely can't be the whole story. Even the events of last night, what you've discovered may not necessarily be the whole truth.”

“I understand!”

It was just past eight in the morning.

Having risen early, Finnegan had practiced his cultivation and was now enjoying his breakfast in the dining room.

Seeing Bernice dressed formally as she descended the stairs, Finnegan called out, “Come have breakfast, Darling!” He then casually handed her a cup of yogurt.

Bernice was just about to accept it when images from the previous night surfaced in her mind.

Suddenly, a wave of nausea surged up her throat. She quickly covered her mouth and rushed to the bathroom to retch.

The housekeeper, carrying a plate of waffles, chuckled and said, “Mr. Larkin, could it be that Ms. Zimmerman is pregnant?”

Puzzled, Finnegan put down the yogurt and said, “She's not pregnant. She probably just has an upset stomach.”

Soon, Bernice emerged from the bathroom.

She glared fiercely at Finnegan, muttering under her breath, “You jerk, did you do that on purpose?”

Finnegan was taken aback. “What did I do on purpose?”

Bernice pointed at the yogurt and muttered under her breath, “Still pretending, huh? Why did you give me the yogurt?”

Is there something wrong with the yogurt?

Finnegan cast his gaze upon the thick, yet delicately smooth and slightly pale yogurt.

Looking at Bernice, whose face was flushed with embarrassment, he suddenly had a realization and slapped his forehead. “Darling, you've completely misunderstood! I was just thinking that having some yogurt in the morning would be good for the stomach. I absolutely didn't mean anything suggestive.”

Bernice's cheeks turned even redder, and she swiftly slapped Finnegan's face. “Shut up! Take the yogurt away! I'll have some milk instead!”

Finnegan flashed her a mischievous smile. “Doesn't milk look like it as well?”

“Are you going to let me have breakfast or not?” Bernice asked, clenching her fists in frustration.

Clearing his throat, Finnegan immediately became serious. “Go ahead and eat. I won't say another word.”

Bernice snorted in response and decided not to drink the milk anymore. Instead, she poured herself a cup of plain water.

Cindy was completely stunned.

How did this jerk get here? Why didn't he knock on the door?

Finnegan was also taken aback.

Is there something wrong with this woman? Who wouldn't close the bathroom door?

In the next moment, Finnegan quickly turned his back and said, “I didn't see anything!”

With gritted teeth, Cindy retorted, “You dared to look, so why wouldn't you dare admit it? You're no man!”

She then raised her hand and swung the door shut.

Her reaction certainly left Finnegan stunned. “That's it?”

He had already prepared himself for Cindy's great fury, even for her hysterical outburst, but it seemed that Cindy was not angry at him.

What's going on?

Looking back at the tightly closed bathroom door, Finnegan was at a loss.

However, it was a good thing that Cindy did not make a big fuss.

Finnegan shrugged his shoulders and walked over to sit down on one side.

A moment later, Cindy emerged, her expression icy cold as she said, “Don't you know you should knock before entering someone's private space?”

Finnegan smirked, “Considering how well we know each other, knocking would seem too formal. Besides, who knew you wouldn't close your door?”

Upon hearing this, Cindy's eyes widened in anger.

So, being familiar with someone means you don't have to knock anymore? If we were even closer, would you feel entitled to enter my other doors as well? Moreover, when others come, they would knock on the door, so what's the big deal if I didn't close the door when I went to the bathroom?

However, Finnegan seemed oblivious to her thoughts as he asked with a grin, “Why did your temper improve, though? That's unexpected!”