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

voice, “All we want is Finnegan.

after making sure Josephine left safely and soundly did Finnegan divert his gaze from her, refocusing on the imminent confrontation ahead.

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

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

gritted his teeth.

Todd’s mind-never

formidable that he could

do now was to cooperate with Finnegan as much as possible to mitigate the repercussions awaiting him for his

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

thugs emerged. One of them was the driver, while the

“Who hit

his companions on either side, stammering out, “It… it was me. She was screaming and shouting at

an instant, Finnegan materialized in front

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

sound echoed through the

abrupt stillness enveloped the scene, freezing the atmosphere, as widened eyes bore witness

broken by the terrified screams of

proud demeanor, couldn’t

ahead and killed the person! Who the heck is

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air of casual indifference, casually tossing the thug with the crushed throat

“If you do something wrong, you have to pay

he seized the hands of the

the chilling sound of tearing, echoed by the agonized screams of

tore off their arms,

“Ah!”

screams of women and the unsettling sounds of retching from those who

paled, and he grappled with the realization

more terrified. He found his legs giving way, causing him to collapse onto the ground in a state of utter disbelief as he murmured, “How can this be? How

everyone in

two thugs flying, their severed hands left discarded

your hands,

was just helped to his feet by his subordinates,

a moment’s hesitation, he slashed at his own left hand, severing it from the elbow, and it thudded to the

horrified, stammered,

hand, he mustered the courage to ask, “Mr.

even glancing back, Finnegan

and instructed someone to pick up his severed hand. With two dead and one injured,