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!

low voice, “All we want is Finnegan. If she

Finnegan divert his gaze from her, refocusing on the imminent confrontation ahead.

Royle family. “I

Josephine? Who slapped her?” Finnegan interjected, cutting off Vilmar before he could continue. He turned his gaze toward Todd, who had managed to catch

of his broken ribs, Todd gritted his teeth. “Perry, get your

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

he could

he could do now was to cooperate with Finnegan as much as possible to mitigate the repercussions awaiting him for his deeds.

ignored, Vilmar clenched his fists but held his tongue, waiting

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

“Who hit

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

materialized in

closed around the thug’s throat with a firm

surge of power emanated from Finnegan’s palm, and a sharp cracking sound

freezing the atmosphere, as widened

eerie hush was broken by the terrified screams of a few women.

who still maintained his proud demeanor,

killed the person!

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

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

he seized the hands

was the chilling sound of tearing, echoed by the agonized screams

their arms, blood splattering everywhere.

“Ah!”

terrified screams of women and the unsettling sounds

realization that Finnegan was unlike any of the nobodies he had

was even more terrified. He found his legs giving way, causing him to collapse onto the ground in a state

everyone in utter

precise kicks, he sent the two thugs flying,

also want one of your hands, is that okay?” Finnegan

by his subordinates, and his expression tensed.

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

horrified,

Despite the pain from his broken hand, he mustered the courage to ask,

Finnegan casually waved

relief and instructed someone to pick up his severed hand. With two dead and one injured, they quickly retreated from