The Healing Avenger novel Chapter 65

In the blink of an eye, it was Thursday, the day of Bruce's seventieth birthday banquet.

Early in the morning, Bernice had called to inform Finnegan that Bruce's birthday banquet would be held at Grand View Hotel in the evening. She asked him to meet her in the afternoon so they could go together.

After ending the call, Finnegan took out a small box and opened it. Inside was a pill with a strong aroma, albeit not the most aesthetically pleasing. “With this pill as a birthday gift, I reckon Old Mr. Zimmerman won't object to me and Bernie being together, right?”

Over the past few days, apart from treating Desmond's paralysis and making time to tend to Lindsey's condition, Finnegan had been collecting ingredients to prepare that medicinal pill as a birthday gift for Bruce.

After all, since he wanted to date Bruce's granddaughter, he needed Bruce's approval.

Although Finnegan himself wasn't overly concerned, he still had to consider Bernice's feelings.

With that medicinal pill, Finnegan was confident Bruce would be more than happy for him to be together with Bernice.

He put away the pill and was about to head downstairs when his phone rang again.

He assumed it was Bernice calling with something more to say but was surprised to see Alexander calling him.

“Mr. Larkin, are you free today?”

Finnegan asked, “I'm free in the morning. What's the matter?”

Alexander chirped, “Mr. Larkin, I've prepared an office for you. Do you have time to check it out today? It won't take long!”

Finnegan swatted his head and recalled his promise to Alexander about becoming a special consultant at General Hospital. Now that Alexander was calling him, it likely meant there was a challenging case at the hospital.

“All right. I'll go over soon.”

“I shall look forward to your arrival, then, Mr. Larkin!”

After ending the call, Finnegan left the room and went downstairs.

At that moment, Desmond and Quiana were the only ones having their breakfast in the dining room.

“Good morning!” Finnegan walked over, took a seat, and served himself some oatmeal.

Quiana hesitated to speak. “Finny, can I discuss something with you?”

“Just speak your mind, Mom.”

Looking uneasy, Quiana said, “It's about Max. Last night, your Aunt Melinda called, telling me Max's leukemia is worsening, and staying in the ICU ward is costing them nearly ten thousand a day. If you're able to treat him, can you—”

Finnegan put down his bowl of oatmeal and got to his feet. “Mom, if that is what you have in mind, you can drop it. When our family was caught in a tight spot and Uncle Adrian and his family avoided us like a bunch of ingrates, I no longer considered them relatives. I have something to attend to, so I'll be leaving now. I have plans in the evening, too, so I won't be back for dinner!”

Not wanting to witness Quiana shedding tears before him, Finnegan finished his sentence and left without finishing his breakfast.

Quiana's eyes reddened. “He's heartless. Max is his biological uncle's son, his cousin!”

“I understand Finny's feelings. You shouldn't make things difficult for him anymore.”

Quiana snapped, “Don't give me that cr*p! Why did you persuade me to be more considerate and kind when it came to matters related to Raymond, then? You even told Finny to let the past grudges slide. So, your elder brother is our family, but my younger brother isn't?”

Desmond's face instantly flushed crimson with rage. “You're being unreasonable!”

“Has there been any news from the Chomsky family?” On the way to General Hospital, Finnegan massaged his temples.

The sight of tears brimming in Quiana's eyes when he left the house earlier caused him to feel a little frustrated.

Alisha glanced at him and replied, “Tristan is no longer accompanying his son in the hospital all the time like before now. He would just visit him a few hours a day and spend the rest of his time at the office. They haven't taken any action so far. However, at times like this, you need to be more vigilant. This is likely the calm before the storm.”

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