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

expression shifted a few times before he said in a low voice, “All we

safely and soundly did Finnegan divert his gaze from her, refocusing on the imminent confrontation ahead.

of the Royle family. “I didn’t

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

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

echoed in Todd’s mind-never

was so formidable that he could take

much as possible to

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

emerged. One of them was the

“Who hit her?”

his companions on either side, stammering out, “It… it was me. She was

an instant, Finnegan materialized

a firm grip. “In your

sharp cracking sound echoed through the

widened eyes bore witness to the unexpected turn of events.

by the terrified screams of a few

still maintained his proud demeanor,

and killed the person! Who the heck is

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

his attention to the remaining two, he remarked sternly, “If

swift motion, he seized the

of tearing, echoed by

off their arms, blood splattering everywhere.

“Ah!”

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

His face paled, and he grappled with the realization that Finnegan was unlike

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

left everyone in

flying, their severed

of your hands, is that okay?” Finnegan

just helped to his feet by

drew a dagger from his waist, and without a moment’s hesitation, he slashed at his own left hand, severing it from the elbow, and it thudded to the ground.

horrified, stammered,

from his broken hand, he mustered

even glancing back, Finnegan

to pick up his severed hand. With two dead and one injured, they quickly retreated from the unsettling