The Healing Avenger novel Chapter 84

“Ahhh... It's killing me! Dad, just let me die! I don't want to live anymore! I really don't want to live, please! Let me die! I'm begging you!”

In the V3 Neurology Ward, Killian's limbs twisted as he suffered another attack. After enduring this torture for over ten days, he was now skin and bones, and his screams from the agony were hoarse.

Gone was the confident demeanor that the scion of the Chomsky family used to exude.

The wounds on his limbs repeatedly split apart, causing blood to ooze out every hour. The hospital bed he lay on was now a terrifying canvas of crimson stains.

Tristan observed his son's anguished face, his own eyes bloodshot. “Killi, just endure a bit longer. I promise to make Finnegan cure you while on his knees, and then you can be the one to take him down. His entire family will pay the price for what you've endured!”

“But I can't endure it any longer! I can't!”

More than ten days of torment had shattered Killian's will to live; he simply longed for the release of death.

Tristan was about to offer further words of comfort when Finnegan's amused voice sounded. “You better endure it, as I'm still waiting for the moment you'll kneel and beg for mercy.”

“Finnegan!”

Tristan swiftly turned around. His surrounding bodyguards went on high alert as well.

Finnegan strolled over with a smile, casting a sidelong glance at Killian's wretched state. He clucked his tongue and said, “Well, even if you were to kneel and repent now, it seems like you wouldn't be able to kneel properly, huh?”

After days of torment and two or three hundred instances of agonizing contortions, there was no longer a patch of intact flesh on Killian's limbs. He appeared to be a bloody mess.

Even if the contorting episodes stopped, he was now destined to be a cripple for the rest of his life.

Tristan growled, “Finnegan!”

From his hospital bed, Killian let out a hoarse roar of anger, “Finnegan, this won't end well for you. Just give me a quick death already!”

Finnegan sneered, “A quick death for you? After what your dad just said, do you think I'm in the mood to give you a quick death? Let's not forget that you ruined my education, forced me to leave my hometown, destroyed my entire family, and left my dad paralyzed and unable to care for himself. How could I possibly give you a quick death?”

With his emotions growing more intense, Finnegan almost yelled, “Besides, you haven't repented. Why should you enjoy a quick death?”

Killian wanted to retort, but the pain from his twisted limbs left him only able to scream in agony.

“Finnegan, I'm giving you one last chance. Make Killi's suffering stop, or you'll regret it!”

With a disdainful smile, Finnegan turned away indifferently. “Seeing Killian in so much pain has improved my mood quite a bit. As for giving me a chance, there's no need for that. You better make the most of the last chance I'm giving the Chomsky family, especially since there are only two days left!”

Staring at Finnegan's retreating figure, Tristan contemplated ordering the bodyguards to attack him several times.

In the end, he held back. “Finnegan, you will regret this!”

Early in the morning, Oscar had left the hospital. His seniors had already arrived in Jadeborough.

After leaving the hospital, Finnegan had originally intended to visit the military hospital to deliver the Long Life Pill to Jeremy. However, Bernice called him and suggested having lunch together.

As such, Finnegan adjusted his plans and took a taxi to a restaurant near Firebird Group.

“Finnegan!”

Before long, Bernice arrived in a black professional-looking dress.

Finnegan's eyes lit up at the sight. “Darling, you look absolutely beautiful today!”

Normally, Bernice dressed more plainly and modestly, giving off a pure and elegant vibe. However, that day, Bernice exuded a mature and capable air like that of a strong and independent woman.

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