The Healing Avenger novel Chapter 89

Bennett wasn't tall and had tan skin. He looked physically tough, evident from the bulging muscles underneath his tank top.

More importantly, he appeared to be in his early thirties.

Cognizant of what Finnegan and Logan were thinking, Stephen explained, “Mr. Sanchez might look young but is already in his forties. I didn't believe it initially until he showed me his ID card.”

After putting down the roasted suckling pig, Bennett broke into a warm smile. “Stephen, you should just call me Bennett, as I'm only older than you by a little more than ten years.”

“I can't do that. Nancy is like a sister to me. How can I address you by name?” Stephen frantically replied.

When Jace made a face, Stephen pretended to be oblivious to it.

In the meantime, Finnegan gave Bennett a thoughtful look before complimenting him, “I'm impressed by how well you have maintained your youth, Bennett!”

While Stephen and the rest, including Logan, were clueless as to what was going on, Finnegan, who was skilled at physiognomy, saw through Bennett easily.

The latter and Nancy were not father and daughter at all.

In fact, Finnegan could tell that Bennett was only thirty-five.

Since Nancy is twenty-one this year, there's no way she's younger than her father by fourteen years, is there? It's clear that Bennett is a man with a checkered history.

Bennett maintained a humble smile as he nodded at Finnegan. “Working hard all the time does make me look younger than my age. Now, let me carve the pig open. You guys better back off so that the oil doesn't splatter on you.”

While speaking, Bennett pulled out what looked like a carving knife from his waist. However, the blade looked longer than usual and resembled a special-looking blade instead.

Underneath the layer of oil that covered the blade, one could faintly make out some carved motifs on its surface.

Only when Finnegan concentrated his spiritual energy in his eyes could he tell that the design of the motifs were actually flames.

In addition, Finnegan could sense a murderous aura from the blade itself.

Who is this man? How is he really related to Nancy?

While Finnegan was lost in thought, Bennett carved up the pig with brutal efficiency. In fact, he wielded his knife with such skill that he easily cut the pork into bite-sized pieces while avoiding the bones.

Watching him work was like observing an artist in his element.

In the meantime, a strange glint flashed across Finnegan's eyes as he turned toward Logan.

The latter was coincidentally looking in Finnegan's direction with an equally shocked look in his gaze.

It was obvious to them that Bennett's carving skill was certainly not honed in the kitchen.

Nevertheless, the two men nodded discreetly at each other before pretending as if nothing had happened and continuing to watch Bennett work.

In less than three minutes, the suckling pig that was more than twenty pounds in weight had been carved clean, leaving nothing but its bones on the tray.

Jace couldn't help but clap. “Bro, I'm impressed with your carving skill!”

No sooner had Jace spoken than Stephen delivered him a punch. “What do you mean by “bro?” Call him Mr. Sanchez. Otherwise, you'll make me look like I'm your junior.”

“Don't worry about it,” Bennett replied while wiping his knife clean. “An address is just a formality. It doesn't matter how you address me. Anyway, I'll not interrupt your dinner any further. If you need anything, just let Nancy know.”

Finnegan felt a sudden urge to get him to stay. “Bennett, since there aren't many customers this evening, why don't you and Nancy join us for dinner? Nancy and my sister are classmates, so we're not exactly strangers.”

Upon hearing the invitation, Bennett turned toward Nancy, who nodded in response.

“Dad, he's Rhiannon's elder brother, Finnegan.”

“Oh, you're Rhia's brother. In that case, please wait for a moment. I'll bring out the roasted duck I was saving for dinner.”

Once Bennett was no longer in sight, Finnegan casually asked, “Nancy, why don't I see your mom around?”

Nancy's expression darkened as she answered, “My mom brought me to my father's side when I was nine and passed away not long after that.”

“I'm sorry. I didn't know.”

It seems Bennett isn't some pervert. Nevertheless, he's only older than Nancy by fourteen years. Why is he willing to take on the role of her dad? More importantly, Nancy doesn't seem to know the truth at all.

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