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 chip!

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

divert his gaze from her, refocusing on the imminent confrontation ahead.

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

off Vilmar before he could continue. He turned his gaze toward Todd, who had managed to catch his breath.

of his broken ribs, Todd gritted

echoed in Todd’s mind-never

was so formidable that he could take on

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

being ignored, Vilmar clenched his fists but held his

of them was the driver, while the other two

“Who hit her?”

thugs shot a quick glance at his companions on either side, stammering out, “It… it was me. She was screaming and shouting at

materialized in front of him.

firm grip. “In your next life, don’t

cracking sound echoed through the

the atmosphere, as widened eyes bore witness to the unexpected

by the terrified screams of a few

still maintained his proud demeanor, couldn’t help but shudder inwardly,

ahead and killed the person! Who the heck

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

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

swift motion, he seized the hands of the two

was the chilling sound of tearing, echoed by the agonized screams of the pair.

tore off their arms, blood

“Ah!”

once again punctuated by the terrified screams of women and

realization that

the ground in

relentless brutality left everyone in

two thugs flying, their severed

Mackle, I also want one of your hands, is that okay?” Finnegan said.

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

instantly horrified, stammered,

his broken hand, he mustered the courage to ask, “Mr. Larkin, may I leave now?”

even glancing back, Finnegan casually waved his hand.

of relief and instructed someone to pick up his severed