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

safely and soundly did Finnegan divert

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

Vilmar before he could continue. He turned his gaze toward

of his broken ribs, Todd gritted his teeth.

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

that he could take on a

now was to cooperate with Finnegan as much as

being ignored, Vilmar clenched his fists but held his

was the driver, while the

nodded. “Who hit her?”

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

an instant, Finnegan materialized in

around the thug’s throat with a firm grip. “In your next life, don’t

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

freezing the atmosphere, as widened

the terrified screams

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

and killed the person! Who the heck is he?

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of casual indifference,

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

a swift motion, he seized the hands of the

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

arms,

“Ah!”

of women and the unsettling sounds of

with the realization that Finnegan was unlike

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

brutality left everyone in utter

flying, their severed hands left

one of your hands,

his feet by his subordinates,

slashed at his own left

instantly horrified, stammered,

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

Finnegan casually

someone to pick up his severed hand.