Chapter 397 Not Letting Go of Hatred
Finnegan was dirty and smelled. He needed a bath.
He went into the bathroom first and lay down in the warm water, reflecting on his days in prison. Although the police treated him politely and did not abuse him, it was still the most humiliating period of his life.
As Finnegan submerged himself in the bathtub, the warm water covering his entire body, thoughts of the humiliation he endured, and Ophelia's fear filled his mind. When he resurfaced, a bloodthirsty glint flashed in his deep-set eyes.
'Officials, Morgan, Mary. Everyone involved in this scheme would not be spared.' He thought.
To avoid worrying Ophelia, Finnegan suppressed all his emotions when he came out of the bathroom. His tenderness and affection were all reserved for Ophelia.
"Honey."
After the bath, Finnegan felt refreshed. He had shaved off his stubble and tidied his hair, which now looked voluminous and gave him a unique charm.
He had lost some weight, making his features more pronounced. When he wasn't smiling, he appeared intimidating and fearsome.
Ophelia stepped forward, wrapped her arms around his waist, and pressed her face against his chest. "Ever since I heard about your trouble, I've been so scared. I feared something would happen to you. Finnegan, promise me you'll be okay. Now that you've been bailed out, once everything settles, we'll go back home."
With outsiders around earlier, Ophelia had been too embarrassed and cautious to say certain things.
She knew Finnegan must be harboring hatred and wouldn't let this matter go easily.
Ophelia didn't ask for much, just for her family to be safe and for no more problems to arise.
Finnegan held her shoulders, his voice gentle. "I made you worry. How did you manage to get Morgan and that official to back off?"
He avoided her plea, indicating he had no intention of letting those people go.
Ophelia understood the depth of his anger. The dignified Finnegan had never suffered such indignity. It would be unnatural if he didn't harbor some desire for revenge.
"I had Tate find a breakthrough with Mary. As long as Mary didn't accuse you and clarified the misunderstanding, getting you bailed out wasn't difficult." Ophelia let go of him and continued, "France has a bad reputation and often does bad things. If it got out that they conspired to frame you, it would be an international joke. The U.S. officials would also speak out. Under such pressure, Morgan and his people had no choice but to release you."
Ophelia's clear-headedness, decisive actions, and consideration of the bigger picture made Finnegan proud.
"With your courage and wisdom, you could handle anything on your own. It's a pity you've had to stay home and bear children for me." Finnegan said, appreciating her sacrifices.
Ophelia could have had a better career. She wasn't a woman confined to the household or dependent on a man. She was a queen.
"I used to think about standing shoulder to shoulder with you. Now, I want to be your little woman and bear your children." Ophelia said, looking at him with deep affection and touching his face. "Finnegan, our child and I are your responsibility. Come home with me."
She wanted to use their child and herself as reasons for Finnegan to return home.
Finnegan understood her thoughts. She was terrified and anxious.
"Alright." Finnegan said, holding her hand tightly. "Once we've dealt with things here, we'll go back home. I promise you, we will return safely."
"Dealt with things."
Those words carried a deep meaning.
Ophelia knew she couldn't persuade him and didn't want to affect their mood, so she said no more.
"Call home and let Old Abbott see you. Only then will they truly be at ease." Ophelia said, handing him the phone.
Finnegan nodded and dialed Old Abbott's number.
It was already evening back home.
Old Abbott answered eagerly upon seeing Ophelia's number. "Ophelia, has Finnegan been bailed out?"
"It's me." Finnegan said. "I'm out now with Ophelia."
"Finnegan." Old Abbott's voice choked with emotion. "You're safe? That's good."
Old Abbott's eyes filled with tears, and she finally felt relieved.
"Don't worry. Ophelia and I will return home in a few days." Finnegan reassured Old Abbott. "Are Jude and Celia home?"
"They're at the hospital." Old Abbott replied. "Dovie is critically ill and might not make it."
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