A Healer’s Journey (Finnegan and Nuthana)

Chapter 151 Not Afraid Of You

Ms. Wahlstrom’s friend, the savior of Old Mr. Wahlstrom?

Todd’s words echoed through the room, silencing the crowd.

As esteemed members of the Bellridge elite, Vilmar and his associates were familiar with Alisha and Theoden.

Yet, a question lingered in their minds. But aren’t the Langdons Finnegan’s closest acquaintances?

“You bunch of idiots are the death of me!” Todd shouted. He no longer cared that Matthias was his cousin, nor did he care about Vilmar, the person he had just tried to please. “Liam Sable of Regi Group and also Gablurg-

Before Todd could continue listing Finnegan’s accomplishments, Finnegan swiftly interrupted, delivering another forceful kick. “Shut it!”

This kick landed with greater intensity than the last, resulting in the audible snap of two of Todd’s ribs breaking.

A gut-wrenching cry escaped Todd’s lips as he curled up, writhing in pain on the ground.

A sudden chill swept through the room, and the look in the eyes of everyone present changed as they stared at Finnegan.

Dozens of Todd’s subordinates, despite their courage, dared not make a move.

Even if they had ten times the courage, they wouldn’t dare to lay a finger on the Wahlstrom family’s acquaintance.

Finnegan, however, displayed an air of nonchalance, as if he had just done something trivial. Stepping over Todd, he casually made his way toward Josephine.

“Finnegan!”

As Finnegan approached, Josephine’s fear overwhelmed her. Rising abruptly, she threw herself into his arms, tears streaming down her face.

Finnegan’s initial indifference gave way to a tender expression, and he gently patted Josephine on the back, reassuring her, “I’m here; everything will be all right.”

With tears still in her eyes, Josephine asked, “What’s happening?”

Finnegan, noticing a handprint on Josephine’s face, furrowed his brows in concern. “Let me explain later. For now, please leave and wait for me at the intersection ahead.”

Anticipating a night stained with bloodshed, he was determined to shield Josephine from the impending brutality. He couldn’t bear for her to witness the violent scene,

Josephine cast a glance at Vilmar and the others, who were intimidated by the prestige of the Wahlstrom family. Recognizing she wouldn’t be of much help even if she stayed, she said, “Be careful.”

“Mr. Vilmar?*

Ariendel’s expression tensed when Josephine got ready to leave.

bargaining chip!

few times before he said in a low voice, “All

Finnegan divert his

his collar, maintaining the regal demeanor befitting the eldest son of the Royle family. “I didn’t expect you to have ties with the

off Vilmar before he could continue. He turned his gaze toward Todd, who had managed

Todd gritted his teeth. “Perry, get your as*es out

warning echoed in Todd’s mind-never confront Finnegan

he could take

with Finnegan as much as possible to mitigate the

his fists but held his tongue, waiting to

crowd, three thugs emerged. One of them was the driver, while the other two were tasked with

nodded. “Who hit her?”

quick glance at his companions on either side, stammering out, “It… it was me. She

instant, Finnegan materialized in

closed around the thug’s throat with a firm grip. “In your

a sharp cracking sound

the atmosphere, as widened eyes bore witness to the unexpected turn

broken by the terrified screams of a few women.

who still maintained his proud demeanor,

and killed the person! Who the heck is he?

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maintained an air of casual indifference,

he remarked sternly, “If you do something wrong, you have to pay

seized the hands of the two thugs.

the chilling sound of tearing, echoed by the agonized screams

off their arms, blood splattering everywhere.

“Ah!”

vicinity was once again punctuated by the terrified screams of women and the

with the realization that Finnegan

way, causing him to collapse onto the ground in a state of utter disbelief as he murmured, “How can this be? How is this possible?”

brutality left everyone

flying, their severed hands left

want one of your hands, is that okay?”

feet by his subordinates,

he slashed at his own left hand, severing it from the elbow, and it thudded to the

horrified, stammered,

pain from his broken hand, he mustered the courage to ask, “Mr. Larkin, may I leave now?”

even glancing back, Finnegan casually waved his

severed hand. With two