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

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

after making sure Josephine left safely and soundly did Finnegan divert his gaze from her, refocusing on the

family. “I didn’t expect you to have ties

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

Todd gritted his teeth.

in Todd’s mind-never confront

he could take on a

now was to cooperate with Finnegan as much as possible to mitigate the repercussions awaiting him for his deeds.

ignored, Vilmar clenched his fists but held his tongue, waiting

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

“Who hit

stammering out, “It… it was me. She was screaming and shouting at the

Finnegan materialized in

throat with a firm grip. “In your next life, don’t go

of power emanated from Finnegan’s palm, and a sharp cracking sound echoed through the air, marking the consequences of

the atmosphere, as widened eyes bore witness to the unexpected turn of

by the terrified screams

proud

and killed the person! Who the heck is

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casual indifference,

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

swift motion, he seized the

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

their arms, blood

“Ah!”

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

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

the ground in a state of utter disbelief as he murmured, “How can this

brutality left everyone in utter

kicks, he sent the two thugs flying, their severed hands left discarded on the

of your

feet by his

he slashed at his own left hand,

instantly horrified, stammered,

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

back, Finnegan

relief and instructed someone to pick up his severed