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!

in a low voice, “All we want is Finnegan. If she wants to leave, let her.”

after making sure Josephine left safely and soundly did Finnegan divert his gaze

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

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

pain of his broken ribs, Todd gritted his teeth. “Perry, get your

echoed in Todd’s mind-never confront

so formidable that he could take

as much as possible to mitigate

Vilmar clenched his fists but held his tongue, waiting

was the driver, while the other two were tasked

“Who

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

Finnegan materialized

a firm grip. “In

and a sharp cracking sound echoed through the air, marking

atmosphere, as widened eyes

hush was broken by the terrified screams of a few

still maintained his proud demeanor, couldn’t help but

the person! Who the heck

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air of casual indifference, casually tossing the thug with

sternly, “If you do something wrong, you have to pay the price!”

he seized the hands of the

sound of tearing, echoed by the agonized screams of

off their arms,

“Ah!”

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

he grappled with the realization that

more terrified. 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 this

relentless brutality left everyone in utter

thugs flying,

one of your hands, is

to his feet by his subordinates, and his

moment’s hesitation, he slashed at his

instantly horrified, stammered,

hand, he mustered the courage to ask, “Mr. Larkin, may I

Finnegan casually waved

pick up his severed hand. With two dead and one