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

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

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

the Royle family. “I

off Vilmar before he could continue. He turned his gaze toward Todd, who

Todd gritted his teeth. “Perry, get your as*es

warning echoed in Todd’s mind-never

so formidable that he could take on

with Finnegan as much as

held his tongue,

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

“Who

on either side, stammering out,

materialized in front

thug’s throat with a firm grip. “In your next life, don’t go around hitting women!”

a sharp cracking sound echoed through the air, marking the

the atmosphere, as widened eyes bore witness to the unexpected turn

was broken by the terrified screams of a few women.

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

ahead and killed the person! Who the heck is he?

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casual indifference,

two, he remarked sternly, “If you do something wrong,

a swift motion, he seized the hands of the two thugs.

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

off their arms, blood splattering

“Ah!”

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

His face paled, and he grappled with the realization

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

left everyone in

sent the two thugs flying, their severed hands left discarded

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

to his feet by his

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

instantly horrified,

resilient individual. Despite the pain from his broken hand, he mustered the courage to ask, “Mr. Larkin, may I leave

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