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!

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

Josephine left safely and soundly did Finnegan divert

eldest son of the Royle family. “I didn’t expect you

could continue.

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

warning echoed in Todd’s mind-never confront Finnegan head-on.

he could take on

was to cooperate with Finnegan as much as possible to mitigate the repercussions awaiting him for his deeds.

held his tongue, waiting to see Finnegan’s next

One of them was the driver, while the other two were tasked with apprehending

“Who hit

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

instant, Finnegan materialized in front of him.

thug’s throat with a firm grip. “In your next

from Finnegan’s palm, and a sharp cracking sound echoed through the air, marking the

widened eyes bore witness to

eerie hush was broken by the terrified screams of

proud demeanor, couldn’t help but shudder

and killed the

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

remarked sternly, “If you do something wrong,

the hands of the two

of tearing, echoed by the agonized

off their arms, blood splattering everywhere.

“Ah!”

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

composure. His face paled, and he grappled with the realization that Finnegan was unlike any of the nobodies he

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

brutality left everyone in utter

flying, their severed hands left discarded

Mackle, I also want one of your hands, is that

to his feet by his subordinates,

his waist, and without a moment’s hesitation, he slashed at his own

instantly horrified, stammered,

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

even glancing back, Finnegan casually

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