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!

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

and soundly did Finnegan divert his gaze from her, refocusing on the

family. “I didn’t expect you to

continue. He turned

of his broken ribs, Todd gritted his teeth.

in Todd’s

he could

with Finnegan as much as possible

Vilmar clenched his fists but held his tongue, waiting to see Finnegan’s next

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

“Who

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

materialized in front

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

cracking sound echoed

as widened eyes bore witness to the unexpected turn of events.

was broken by the terrified screams of a few women.

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

ahead and killed the person! Who the heck

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

remarked sternly, “If you do something wrong, you have to pay the

a swift motion, he seized the hands of

the chilling sound of tearing, echoed by

their arms, blood

“Ah!”

screams of women and the unsettling sounds of retching from those who were timid.

with the realization that Finnegan was unlike any of the nobodies he had encountered

He found his legs giving way, causing him to collapse onto the ground in a state of utter disbelief as he murmured,

brutality left everyone in utter

two thugs flying, their severed hands left discarded on the ground.

one of your hands, is that

was just helped to his feet by his subordinates, and

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

instantly horrified, stammered, “Todd?”

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

back, Finnegan casually waved his

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