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!

in a low voice, “All we want

safely and soundly did Finnegan divert his gaze from her, refocusing on the imminent

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

Finnegan interjected, cutting off Vilmar before he could continue. He turned his

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

echoed in Todd’s mind-never confront

formidable that he could take on a hundred

as much as possible to mitigate the

but held

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

nodded. “Who hit her?”

side, stammering

an instant, Finnegan materialized in

right hand closed around the thug’s throat with a firm grip.

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

the scene, freezing the atmosphere, as widened

broken by the terrified screams of a few women.

proud demeanor, couldn’t

the person! Who the heck is

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

attention to the remaining two, he remarked sternly, “If you

motion, he seized the hands of the

a sudden tug was the chilling sound of tearing,

arms,

“Ah!”

air in the vicinity was once again punctuated by the terrified screams of women and the unsettling sounds of retching

realization that Finnegan was

found his legs giving way, causing him to collapse onto the ground in a state of utter disbelief as he murmured,

left everyone

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

your hands, is that okay?” Finnegan said.

feet by his subordinates, and

a moment’s hesitation, he slashed at his own left hand, severing it

horrified, stammered, “Todd?”

pain from his broken hand, he mustered

even glancing back, Finnegan casually

out a sigh of relief and instructed someone to pick up his severed hand. With two dead and one injured, they