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, “All we want is Finnegan. If she wants

after making sure Josephine left safely and soundly did Finnegan divert his

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

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

his broken ribs, Todd gritted his teeth. “Perry,

in Todd’s mind-never

was so formidable that he could take on

much as possible to mitigate the

clenched his fists but held his

the driver, while the other two were tasked with apprehending

“Who hit

at his companions on either side, stammering out, “It… it was me. She was screaming

Finnegan materialized in front

throat with a firm grip. “In your next

power emanated from Finnegan’s palm, and a sharp cracking sound echoed through

stillness enveloped the scene, freezing the atmosphere, as widened eyes bore witness to the unexpected turn of

by the terrified screams of a few

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

actually went ahead and killed the person! Who the

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maintained an air of casual indifference, casually tossing the

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

seized the

of tearing, echoed by the agonized screams of

arms,

“Ah!”

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

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

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

everyone in utter shock.

kicks, he sent the two thugs flying, their severed

I also want one of your hands,

helped to his feet by his subordinates,

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

instantly horrified,

broken hand, he mustered the courage to

Finnegan casually waved

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