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!

a few times before he said in a low voice, “All we want is Finnegan. If she

Finnegan divert his gaze from her, refocusing on the imminent

Royle family. “I

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

broken ribs, Todd gritted his teeth. “Perry,

in Todd’s mind-never

could take on a

Finnegan as much as possible to

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

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

nodded. “Who

the thugs shot a quick glance at his companions on either side, stammering out, “It… it was me. She was screaming and shouting

materialized in front of him.

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

surge of power emanated from Finnegan’s palm, and a sharp cracking sound echoed through the air, marking the consequences of the

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

broken by the terrified screams

still maintained his proud demeanor, couldn’t help but

killed the person! Who

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casual indifference, casually tossing the thug with the crushed throat onto the

two, he remarked sternly, “If you do something wrong, you

motion, he seized the

tearing, echoed by the agonized

arms,

“Ah!”

was once again punctuated by the terrified screams of women and the unsettling sounds of

face paled, and he grappled with the realization that Finnegan was unlike any of the nobodies he

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

relentless brutality left everyone in

kicks, he sent the two thugs flying, their severed

also want one of your hands, is that

by his

a moment’s hesitation, he slashed at

instantly horrified,

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

glancing back, Finnegan casually waved his hand.

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