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

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

Finnegan divert his gaze from her,

befitting the eldest son of the Royle family. “I didn’t expect you to have ties with the Wahlstrom family. What a surprise!

off Vilmar before he could continue.

gritted his teeth. “Perry, get your as*es

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

that he could take on a hundred enemies

Finnegan as much as

being ignored, Vilmar clenched his fists but held his tongue,

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

“Who hit

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

Finnegan materialized in front of him.

right hand closed around the thug’s throat with a firm grip. “In your next life,

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

scene, freezing the atmosphere, as widened eyes bore

eerie hush was broken by the terrified screams

proud demeanor, couldn’t help

the

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of the situation, Finnegan maintained an air of casual indifference, casually

“If you do something wrong, you have

a swift motion, he seized the hands of the two

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

arms, blood splattering

“Ah!”

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

realization that Finnegan was unlike any of the nobodies he

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

brutality left everyone in utter shock.

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

Mackle, I also want one of your

by his

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

instantly horrified, stammered,

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

glancing back, Finnegan casually waved

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