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

a few times before he said in a low voice, “All we want is Finnegan.

Josephine left safely and soundly did Finnegan divert his gaze from her,

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

off Vilmar before he could continue. He turned his gaze toward Todd, who

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

warning echoed in Todd’s mind-never confront Finnegan

he could take on

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

ignored, Vilmar clenched his fists but held his tongue,

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

“Who hit

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

Finnegan materialized in front of him.

hand closed around the thug’s throat with a firm grip. “In your next life, don’t go around hitting women!”

a sharp cracking sound echoed through the air, marking the consequences

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

was broken by the terrified screams of a

maintained his proud demeanor, couldn’t help but

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 onto the

the remaining two, he remarked sternly, “If you

a swift motion, he seized the hands of

sudden tug was the chilling sound of tearing, echoed by

off their arms,

“Ah!”

by the terrified screams of women and the unsettling sounds of retching from those

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

the ground in

brutality left everyone

he sent the two thugs flying, their

your hands, is that okay?”

just helped to his feet by

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

horrified, stammered,

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

back, Finnegan casually

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