The Healing Avenger novel Chapter 271

Chapter 271 Casanova

“Everyone’s hard work is appreciated, but it’s just a birthday, after all. Nancy, let’s not do this again,

okay? Everyone’s really busy, and I’m not too fussed about birthdays!” Bennett remarked as he and

Nancy joined the rest of the party at the riverside pavilion.

Bennett looked resigned, gently chiding Nancy.

Rhiannon interjected, “Mr. Sanchez, Nancy’s gesture is her way of showing her respect and love.

Please don’t be too hard on her. Plus, we have to dine anyway. Getting to celebrate your birthday while

enjoying the great meal you’ve prepared is a treat for us all.”

Shaun and the others, despite this being their first encounter with Bennett, echoed this sentiment

respectfully.

Bennett, with a reluctant smile, said, “Well, if everyone insists. Give me a moment, I’ll bring out my

three- year-old pineapple wine for you all to try.”

As Bennett turned and noticed Finnegan, he nodded in acknowledgment before walking away.

Finnegan, taking a seat, queried, “Nancy, is this the first time you’ve celebrated your dad’s birthday?”

Nancy explained, “Dad’s never told me his birthday, and he avoids the question whenever I ask. I’ve

never celebrated it before! I only found out today because I stumbled upon his ID while doing laundry.

Otherwise, he probably would’ve never told me.”

This elicited a laughter from Shaun, who remarked, “It’s not unusual. I always forget my parents’ and

grandparents’ birthdays until the last minute.”

“That’s pretty cold, man. I always remember my family’s birthdays. It’s a good chance to act nice and

score some extra pocket money!” Zephyr chimed in.

Their banter continued until Bennett reappeared with a clay pot.

The chatter subsided as he placed the pot down and broke its wax seal. A tantalizing scent of

pineapple and alcohol filled the air. “Brewed this three years ago,” Bennett explained. “Used almost ripe

pineapples and double-distilled corn wine. By now, it should be smooth with a slightly sour, sweet

undertone.”

Shaun sniffed the aroma. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think this was some kind of fruit juice.”

Bennett poured the wine, cautioning, “It’s mild and not too strong to taste. But it packs a punch later on,

so go easy on it.”

Jaxon, brimming with confidence, declared, “Mr. Sanchez, don’t worry about us. You’re meeting us for

the first time and probably aren’t aware of how much we can drink. This batch of your wine might not

suffice for me alone.”

“All right, stop showing off.” Witnessing Jaxon slipping back into his old ways of overconfidence and

showboating, Finnegan lightly tapped his head, reprimanding, “You should realize that Mr. Sanchez’s noveldrama

homemade wine isn’t something you can compare to those mass-produced liquors.”

Chuckling, Jaxon rubbed his head and jested, “Go easy on me next time, Finnegan. It really hurt! And

by the way, we all address him respectfully as ‘Mr. Sanchez. When you call him ‘Bennett,’ it sort of

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our generation gap. Doesn’t that seem a little disrespectful?”

Yuliana, on the sidelines, couldn’t help but giggle. “Considering Finnegan is my grandfather’s master, I

think we should all stick to our roles.”

Jaxon quickly agreed, “Absolutely, everyone should stick to their roles. I definitely don’t want to be

called Finnegan’s grandchild.”

This comment caused uproarious laughter throughout the room, effectively marking the start of the

dinner.

Nancy, lifting her wine glass, stood and addressed the gathering. “I want to extend my heartfelt thanks

to Finnegan and everyone present here tonight for joining us in celebrating my father’s birthday. Let’s

raise a toast to this wonderful gathering!” She took the lead, sipping her wine, and everyone followed

suit.

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