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 low voice, “All we want is Finnegan.

safely and soundly did Finnegan divert his gaze from her, refocusing

the regal demeanor befitting the eldest son of the Royle family. “I didn’t

her?” Finnegan interjected, cutting off Vilmar before he could continue. He turned his gaze toward Todd,

of his broken ribs, Todd gritted his

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

that he could take on a hundred enemies

all he could do now was to cooperate with Finnegan as much as possible

Vilmar clenched his fists but held his tongue, waiting to see

them was the driver,

“Who hit her?”

on either side, stammering out, “It…

materialized in

with a firm grip. “In your

palm, and a sharp cracking sound echoed through the air,

stillness enveloped the scene, freezing the atmosphere, as widened eyes bore witness to the unexpected

by the terrified screams of a few women.

his proud demeanor, couldn’t

the person! Who the heck is he?

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

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

seized the hands of the

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

arms, blood splattering everywhere.

“Ah!”

punctuated by the terrified screams of women

His face paled, and he grappled with the realization that Finnegan

legs giving way, causing him to collapse onto the ground in a state of utter disbelief as he murmured, “How can

brutality left everyone

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

I also want one of your

feet by his subordinates, and

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 the

horrified,

resilient individual. Despite the pain from his broken hand, he mustered the

glancing back, Finnegan casually

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