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?

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