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

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

Josephine left safely and soundly did Finnegan divert his gaze from her, refocusing

Royle family. “I didn’t expect you to have ties with the Wahlstrom family. What a

Josephine? Who slapped her?” Finnegan interjected, cutting off Vilmar before he could continue. He turned his gaze

his broken ribs, Todd gritted his teeth. “Perry,

in Todd’s mind-never

that he could take on a hundred

as much as possible to mitigate the repercussions awaiting him for his deeds.

ignored, Vilmar clenched his fists but held his tongue, waiting to see Finnegan’s next move.

One of them was the driver, while the other two were tasked

nodded. “Who

glance at his companions on either side, stammering

an instant, Finnegan materialized in front of him.

with a firm grip. “In your next life,

cracking sound echoed through the air, marking the

stillness enveloped the scene, freezing the atmosphere, as widened eyes bore witness to the unexpected turn of events.

broken by the terrified screams

Vilmar, who still maintained his proud demeanor, couldn’t help but

went ahead and killed the person! Who the heck

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of the situation, Finnegan maintained an air of casual indifference, casually

his attention to the remaining two, he remarked sternly, “If you do something wrong,

the

tearing, echoed by the

off their arms,

“Ah!”

punctuated by the terrified screams of women and the unsettling

with the realization that

the ground in a state of utter disbelief as he murmured, “How can this be? How is

brutality left everyone in

thugs flying, their

Mackle, I also want one of your hands,

feet by his subordinates, and

without a moment’s hesitation, he slashed at his own left hand, severing it from

instantly horrified, stammered, “Todd?”

he mustered the

even glancing back, Finnegan casually waved his

let out a sigh of relief and instructed someone to pick up his severed hand. With two dead and