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

voice, “All we want is Finnegan. If she wants to leave,

soundly did Finnegan divert his gaze from her, refocusing

adjusted his collar, maintaining the regal demeanor befitting the eldest son of the Royle family. “I didn’t

cutting off Vilmar before he could continue. He turned his gaze

of his broken ribs, Todd gritted his teeth. “Perry, get your as*es out

in Todd’s mind-never confront

that he could take

cooperate with Finnegan as much as possible to

but held his tongue,

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

nodded. “Who hit her?”

quick glance at his companions on either side, stammering out,

instant, Finnegan materialized in front

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

power emanated from Finnegan’s palm, and a sharp cracking sound

widened

the terrified screams of a few women.

proud demeanor, couldn’t help but shudder inwardly,

ahead and killed the person! Who the heck

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

“If you do something wrong, you have

motion, he seized the hands of the

of tearing, echoed by the agonized

tore off their arms, blood

“Ah!”

in the vicinity was once again punctuated by the terrified screams of women and the unsettling sounds of retching from those who were timid.

paled, and he grappled with the realization that Finnegan

more terrified. He found his legs giving way, causing him to collapse onto the ground in a state

left everyone in utter shock.

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

of your

just helped to his feet by his subordinates, and his expression

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

instantly horrified, stammered,

the pain from his broken hand, he mustered the courage to ask, “Mr. Larkin, may

Finnegan casually waved his

sigh of relief and instructed someone to pick up his severed hand. With two