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

said in a low voice,

after making sure Josephine left safely and soundly did Finnegan divert his gaze from her,

the regal demeanor befitting the eldest son of the Royle family. “I didn’t expect you to have ties with the Wahlstrom family.

Who slapped her?” Finnegan interjected, cutting off Vilmar before he could continue.

ribs, Todd gritted

in Todd’s mind-never

formidable that he could take

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

but held his tongue, waiting to

three thugs emerged. One of them was the

nodded. “Who

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

instant, Finnegan materialized

closed around the thug’s throat with a firm

cracking sound echoed through the air, marking

enveloped the scene, freezing the atmosphere, as widened eyes

hush was broken by the terrified screams

Vilmar, who still maintained his proud demeanor,

ahead and killed the person! Who the

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

sternly, “If you do something

motion, he seized the hands of the two thugs.

a sudden tug was the chilling sound of tearing,

off their arms, blood splattering everywhere.

“Ah!”

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

and he grappled with the realization that Finnegan was unlike any of the nobodies he had encountered before.

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

left everyone in

kicks, he sent the two thugs flying, their severed hands left discarded on

one of your

was just helped to his feet by his subordinates, and his expression

drew a dagger from his waist, and without a moment’s hesitation, he slashed at

horrified, stammered,

pain from his broken hand, he mustered the courage to

even glancing back, Finnegan casually waved his

out a sigh of relief and instructed someone to pick up his severed hand. With two dead and one injured, they quickly retreated from the unsettling scene.