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.

our bargaining chip!

times before he said in a low voice, “All we want is Finnegan. If she wants to leave, let her.”

Finnegan divert

collar, maintaining the regal demeanor befitting the eldest son of the Royle family. “I

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

ribs, Todd gritted his teeth. “Perry, get

echoed in Todd’s mind-never confront

was so formidable that he could take on a

all he could do now was to cooperate with Finnegan as much as possible to mitigate the repercussions

ignored, Vilmar clenched his fists but held his tongue, waiting to

was the

“Who hit

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

instant, Finnegan materialized in front of him.

thug’s throat with a firm grip. “In your next life, don’t go

sharp cracking sound echoed through the air, marking the consequences of the thug’s

atmosphere, as widened eyes bore witness

eerie hush was broken by the terrified screams of

still maintained his proud demeanor, couldn’t help but shudder

and killed the person! Who

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

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

swift motion, he seized the hands of

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

off their arms,

“Ah!”

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

grappled with the realization that Finnegan was unlike any of the nobodies

his legs giving way, causing him to collapse onto the ground in

left everyone in utter

sent the two thugs flying, their severed hands left

one of your

his feet by his

swiftly drew a dagger from his waist, and without a moment’s hesitation, he slashed at his own left hand, severing it

instantly horrified,

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

Finnegan casually waved his hand.

up his severed hand. With two