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,

divert his gaze

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

continue.

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

Todd’s mind-never confront Finnegan

so formidable that he could take on a hundred

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

but held his

them was the driver, while the other two were tasked with

nodded. “Who hit

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

an instant, Finnegan materialized in front of him.

firm grip. “In your next life, don’t go around

surge of power emanated from Finnegan’s palm, and a sharp cracking sound echoed through

freezing the atmosphere, as widened eyes bore witness

broken by the terrified screams of a few

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

went ahead and killed the person! Who

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Finnegan maintained an air of casual indifference, casually tossing

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

he seized the hands of the two thugs.

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

tore off their arms, blood splattering

“Ah!”

was once again punctuated by the terrified screams of women and the

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

He found his legs giving way, causing him to collapse onto the ground in

relentless brutality left everyone in

sent the two thugs flying, their

want one of your hands, is that okay?” Finnegan

his feet by his subordinates, and

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

horrified, stammered,

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

even glancing back, Finnegan casually waved

sigh of relief and instructed someone to pick up his severed hand. With two dead and one injured, they quickly retreated from the