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

before he said in a low voice, “All we want is Finnegan.

and soundly did Finnegan divert his gaze from

son of the Royle family. “I

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

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

warning echoed in Todd’s mind-never confront Finnegan

was so formidable that he could

much as possible to mitigate the repercussions awaiting him for his

but held his tongue, waiting to see Finnegan’s

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

nodded. “Who hit her?”

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

materialized

with a firm grip. “In your

cracking sound echoed through the air, marking the consequences

freezing the atmosphere, as widened eyes bore witness to

eerie hush was broken by the terrified

his proud demeanor, couldn’t help but shudder inwardly,

killed the person! Who the

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indifference, casually tossing the thug with the crushed throat

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

swift motion, he seized the hands of the two

of tearing, echoed by the agonized screams of the

tore off their arms, blood splattering

“Ah!”

punctuated by the terrified screams of women and the unsettling sounds

realization

found his legs giving way, causing him to collapse onto the ground in a

left everyone

kicks, he sent the two thugs flying, their severed

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

just helped to his feet by his subordinates, and his expression tensed.

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

horrified, stammered, “Todd?”

was a resilient individual. Despite the pain from his broken hand, he mustered the courage to ask, “Mr.

glancing back, Finnegan casually waved his

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