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. If she wants

safely and soundly did Finnegan divert his gaze from her, refocusing on the

son of the Royle family. “I

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

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

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

so formidable that he could take

with Finnegan as much as possible to mitigate the repercussions awaiting him for his

fists but held

the

nodded. “Who

thugs shot a quick glance at his companions on either side, stammering out, “It… it was me. She was screaming and shouting at the time…”

an instant, Finnegan materialized in front of

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

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

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

broken by the terrified

maintained his proud demeanor, couldn’t

killed the person! Who the heck is he?

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

sternly, “If you do something wrong, you have to pay

swift motion, he seized the

tearing, echoed

their arms, blood splattering everywhere.

“Ah!”

was once again punctuated by the terrified screams of women and the unsettling sounds of retching from

he grappled with the realization that Finnegan was

to collapse onto the ground in a state of utter disbelief as he murmured, “How can this be?

left everyone in

precise kicks, he sent the two thugs flying, their severed hands left discarded on the

Mackle, I also want one of your

his feet by his

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

horrified, stammered, “Todd?”

he mustered the courage

Finnegan casually

severed hand. With two dead and one injured,