The Mischievous Doctor (Finnegan and Nuthana) novel Chapter 445

Upon Finnegan's return to Dragon Bay, he immediately secluded himself in his room, igniting a spark of curiosity in Alisha, who decided to follow him.

As soon as he entered the confines of his private space, Alisha witnessed a startling scene: Finnegan, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood, his complexion noticeably paler than usual.

Alisha's expression shifted with concern as she stepped forward, her voice laced with worry, “What's wrong with you?”

Finnegan, with an air of nonchalance, wiped the blood from his mouth using a tissue. “First, go to my room at Dragon Bay No. 1 Villa and fetch a small blue pill bottle from beneath the bed,” he instructed her, his voice steady despite his weakened state.

“Okay. Give me a moment.”

Alisha, without a moment's delay, left the room to fulfill Finnegan's request.

Upon her return, she handed him a small, intricately designed pill bottle.

Finnegan accepted the bottle, and as he consumed the pill contained within, a medicinal aroma permeated the air. Almost immediately, his pale complexion began to regain some color, and his breathing eased considerably.

“What on earth happened to you?” Alisha asked, her concern palpable.

Finnegan exhaled deeply, tucking the pill bottle away carefully. “These past few days have been quite challenging,” he began. “First, there was a severe altercation with Tatiana, followed by a brutal encounter with Sunny. Tonight, despite my injuries not being fully healed, I was compelled to exert myself against Ruff, which unfortunately led to a temporary reversal in my vitality and blood flow.”

He added, with a hint of relief in his tone, “Thankfully, Ruff adhered to his word; otherwise, the situation could have escalated.”

Alisha nodded, piecing together the events. “So, you were aware that engaging in a prolonged fight with Ruff wasn't feasible due to your condition?”

Finnegan confirmed her understanding, “Exactly. In a drawn-out battle, my chances of success were slim.”

He reflected on his physical state at the time—still recuperating, he had access to barely half of his optimal strength.

Moreover, Ruff, in his peak form, possessed the might to challenge Grandmasters in the Preliminary Rank of Terra Realm.

A direct confrontation, under those circumstances, would have been a colossal risk.

Of course, Finnegan had consciously refrained from tapping into his reserve of positive energy. Utilizing it could have instantaneously healed his injuries and restored him to his peak condition, but he chose to keep this as his secret trump card.

Alisha, unaware of this hidden ace, expressed her relief, albeit sternly, “It's fortunate that Ruff honored his word. In the future, you must refrain from taking such unnecessary risks!”

Finnegan responded with a light chuckle, downplaying the peril he had faced, “Was it truly a risk? Ruff's intent was merely to subdue me, not to end my life. The real threat came from the elites of the Zymons family!”

Alisha's eyes widened as realization dawned upon her. “That explains why you offered Ruff a million to delay his action by five minutes— to handle those assailants first!”

Indeed, after dealing with the Zymons family's elites, Finnegan had effectively neutralized the immediate danger, even if it meant revealing his injuries in the process.

After all, Ruff's mission was merely to subdue him, not to kill him.

Recognizing Alisha's grasp of the situation, Finnegan chose not to elaborate further. With an air of fatigue, he advised, “You should get some rest. I'll take a moment to recuperate myself, in order to avoid arousing suspicion.”

At that moment, Finnegan's injuries were evident, and Alisha, feeling a surge of sympathy and concern, refrained from further questioning. She assured him gently, “If you need anything, just call me.”

No sooner had Alisha exited the room and closed the door behind her than the phone in Finnegan's pocket began to vibrate with an incoming call.

It was Bernice on the line.

Finnegan, recalling Bruce going back on his word earlier in the night, couldn't help but mutter, “Old scoundrel,” before answering the call in a more affectionate tone, “Darling, you're still awake?”

Bernice's voice was tinged with bitterness, “How could I sleep under these circumstances?”

Finnegan, detecting a hint of distress in her tone, probed further, “What's happened now?”

Bernice's reply came with a hint of desolation, “Firebird Winery is drowning in nearly four billion in debt. Even after accounting for mortgaged assets, there's still a staggering debt of around two and a half billion.”

“But on what grounds?” Bernice, frustrated and incredulous, questioned the fairness of the demand. They expect my family to shoulder this massive debt without offering a single penny in net assets in return. It's incomprehensible and unfair.

Hearing Finnegan's confident tone, Bernice hesitated before saying, “Alright, I'll go talk to my father right away.”

After the conversation, Finnegan allowed himself a moment of relaxation, stretching out and reflecting on the situation. “Bruce, you've dug your own grave with your actions. The consequences that follow are on your hands,” he mused aloud.

Meanwhile, in Newcove, Gablurg, within the grand walls of Beaus Villa, a striking figure in sleek black attire, Elsa, hastened through the manor's corridors.

She was headed toward a secluded pavilion situated in the backyard, where the night's deep darkness enveloped the area.

There, in the pavilion, sat a man radiating an air of command and danger. He was in his fifties, with piercing wolf-like eyes and a hawkish nose, exuding a sinister and foreboding presence.

This was none other than Seth, the formidable underworld king of Gablurg.

Elsa approached and stopped before him, delivering the grave news from Jadeborough. “Seth, Ruff has failed in his mission, and we've lost all our men,” she reported.

Seth's eyes narrowed sharply, reflecting a cold, dangerous glint. “Ruff failed? Wasn't he reputed to be unbeatable among those in Terra Realm and a formidable adversary for those in Enigma Realm?” he questioned with an icy edge to his voice.

“But the truth is we've failed in our objective,” Elsa responded.

Acknowledging the gravity of the situation and Elsa's sincerity, Seth remarked coldly, “It appears that this Finnegan, a continuous thorn in our side, is more complex than we initially thought.”

“Should we continue our search for capable individuals or to send a select few skilled assassins to eliminate him?”

Seth decisively shook his head, signifying a different course of action. Standing up, he exuded an aura of immense power and latent aggression, akin to a formidable predator lying in wait. “We've just received word from Brutus. Mr. Weatherby is set to personally oversee the situation in Jadeborough in the coming days. Given this, we must refrain from taking any further action that might disrupt or interfere with his strategies.”

He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings with a contemplative air. “As for Finnegan, we will observe how Mr. Weatherby handles the situation. If Finnegan survives that ordeal, I will personally ensure his demise.”

“Understood.”