Quiana was on her knees on the ground, straightening the house.
However, her arms and face were littered with scratch marks and bruises. It was clear that someone had hit her.
Finnegan's face turned as black as thunder, and he stalked in. “Who hit you, Mom?”
The Chomsky family came to his mind first.
Scrambling up, Quiana fibbed, “No one hit me. I merely slipped and fell yesterday.”
How could her injuries possibly be a result of a fall?
Rhiannon asked Desmond, “What exactly happened, Dad?”
Desmond stammered, “Your mother slipped and fell.”
From his parents' expressions, Finnegan had an inkling of the culprit. “Was it Uncle Raymond's or Uncle Adrian's family?”
After all, the only ones who could injure them and have them keep it to themselves were either Raymond's or Adrian's family.
“Was it them?” Rhiannon pressed.
Desmond smiled bitterly in the end. “It was your Aunt Qahira and Ximena. They accused us of sabotaging things, causing the Haimowitz family to call off the wedding. When they came to make a fuss yesterday, your mother defended your brother, so they got physical with her. It's no big deal.”
“Yes, yes, it's no big deal. All my injuries are superficial.”
Quiana likewise asserted that she was fine, fearing that Finnegan would seek Raymond and his family out to settle the score.
Knowing his parents' attitude toward family, Finnegan suppressed his wrath and stopped Rhiannon from speaking about the matter further.
“Mom, Dad, they only have themselves to blame for the cancelation of the wedding. I'll let them off the hook this time. But if this happens again, I'll never show them any mercy. Pack your things now. We're moving to a new house!”
Rhiannon was stunned for a moment. Her mood swung from depression to excitement.
She hugged Finnegan's arm. “We've moving, Finn?”
She had heard from her parents last week that her brother had bought a house from the Miles family at a low price and had been looking forward to it for several days.
Seeing that his parents also had excitement etched across their features, Finnegan replied with a grin, “Yes. We're moving today. You'll all love it for sure!”
Isn't this what humans pursue in their lifetime? Their ultimate aspiration is to give their family a better life!
“You said this car was a gift from your brother, Rhia? How much did it cost?”
When Quiana got downstairs after packing her things, only to be greeted by the sight of the Porsche costing almost two million, she was dumbfounded.
Rhiannon turned to Finnegan for help.
Clearing his throat, Finnegan said, “Somewhere around three hundred to four hundred thousand.”
“Tell your mother the truth, Finny. I'm not an uneducated bumpkin. I know this is a Porsche.” Desmond wore a stern look on his face.
Gosh, I almost forgot that he loved to research cars in the past!
A wry smile curved Finnegan's lips. “Um... A little over a million.”
He had wanted to give a lower price, but he knew that Desmond would check whether it matched, so he went with the truth.
Both Desmond and Quiana froze in place.
A little over a million?
They exchanged a glance. Quiana hastily asked, “Where did you get that much money? You didn't do anything illegal, did you?”
That was the first thought every parent would have upon learning that their child had money.
Taking her hand, Finnegan explained, “I made the money from treating patients all these years. None of it was from illegal means. Don't worry.”
Even so, a turmoil brewed within Quiana.
Oh God, this is no different from driving a house on the road!
Suddenly, she whirled around and smacked Rhiannon on the head. “What's so great about your birthday, brat? How could you have your brother buy you such an expensive car? Don't you know that his money has to be saved for his wedding?”
“It wasn't me, Mom! I didn't even know until he bought me the car!”
Finny bought a house here?
Oh, that's right! This house was from the Miles family, and they'd never buy an ordinary house!
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