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!

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

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

adjusted his collar, maintaining the regal demeanor befitting the eldest son of the Royle family. “I didn’t expect you to have ties with the Wahlstrom family. What a surprise!

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

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

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

so formidable that he could take

as much as possible

Vilmar clenched his fists but held his tongue, waiting to see Finnegan’s

was the driver, while the other two were

nodded. “Who hit

shot a quick glance at his companions on either side, stammering out, “It… it was me. She

an instant, Finnegan materialized in front of him.

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

and a sharp cracking sound echoed through

scene, freezing the atmosphere, as widened eyes bore witness to the unexpected

was broken by the terrified

who still maintained his proud demeanor, couldn’t help

actually went ahead and killed the

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

remaining two, he remarked sternly, “If

he seized the hands of

of tearing, echoed by the agonized screams

off their arms,

“Ah!”

by the terrified screams of women and the unsettling sounds of retching from those who

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

collapse onto the ground in a state

brutality left everyone

swift, precise kicks, he sent the two thugs flying, their severed hands

want one of your

to his feet by his

hesitation, he slashed at his own left hand, severing it from the

horrified, stammered, “Todd?”

from his broken hand, he mustered the courage

glancing back, Finnegan casually waved his hand.

his severed hand. With two dead