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

in a low voice, “All we want is Finnegan. If

and soundly did Finnegan divert his gaze

Royle family.

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

the pain of his broken ribs, Todd gritted his teeth.

echoed in Todd’s mind-never confront Finnegan head-on.

that he could take on a hundred enemies

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

clenched his fists but held his tongue, waiting to see Finnegan’s next

the surrounding crowd, three thugs emerged. One of them was the driver, while the

“Who hit her?”

side, stammering out, “It… it was me. She

instant, Finnegan materialized in front of him.

with a firm grip. “In your

and a sharp cracking sound echoed through the air, marking the consequences of

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

the terrified screams of

proud demeanor, couldn’t help but

ahead and killed the person!

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

“If you do something wrong, you have to pay the price!”

the hands of the two

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

their arms, blood

“Ah!”

the terrified screams of women and the unsettling sounds of

he grappled with the realization that Finnegan was unlike any

even 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

two thugs flying, their severed hands

one of your hands, is that okay?” Finnegan

just helped to his feet by his

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

horrified,

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

even glancing back, Finnegan casually

pick up his severed hand. With two dead and one injured, they quickly retreated