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 chip!

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

after making sure Josephine left safely and soundly did Finnegan divert

his collar, maintaining the regal demeanor befitting the eldest son of the Royle family. “I didn’t expect you to have ties

he could continue. He turned his gaze toward Todd, who had

ribs, Todd gritted his teeth. “Perry, get your as*es out here!”

warning echoed in Todd’s mind-never confront Finnegan

so formidable that he could take on a hundred enemies single-handedly.

now was to cooperate with Finnegan as much as possible to mitigate the

clenched his fists but held his

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

nodded. “Who

side, stammering out, “It… it was me. She was screaming and shouting at the time…”

an instant, Finnegan materialized in front of him.

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

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

was broken by the terrified screams of a few

proud demeanor, couldn’t

and killed the person! Who

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

two, he remarked sternly, “If you

seized the hands

chilling sound of tearing, echoed by the

their arms, blood

“Ah!”

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

and he grappled with the realization that Finnegan was unlike any of the nobodies he

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 be? How is

everyone in utter

flying, their severed hands left discarded

of your hands, is that okay?”

to his feet by his subordinates,

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

horrified,

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

back, Finnegan casually

severed hand. With