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

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

did Finnegan divert his gaze from her, refocusing

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

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

ribs, Todd gritted his teeth. “Perry,

warning echoed in Todd’s mind-never confront Finnegan

could take on a hundred enemies

much as possible to mitigate the repercussions awaiting

but held his tongue, waiting to see

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

nodded. “Who

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

Finnegan materialized in front of

hand closed around the thug’s throat with a firm grip. “In your

sharp cracking sound echoed through the

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

by the terrified

his proud demeanor, couldn’t help

actually went ahead and killed the person! Who the heck is he?

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of casual indifference, casually tossing the thug with the crushed

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

a swift motion, he seized the hands of the two thugs.

tearing, echoed

their arms, blood splattering

“Ah!”

once again punctuated by the terrified screams of women and the unsettling sounds

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

the ground in

relentless brutality left everyone in utter shock.

the two thugs flying, their severed hands left discarded on

your hands, is that okay?”

helped to his feet by his subordinates, and his

at his own left hand, severing it from the elbow, and it thudded to

instantly horrified, stammered, “Todd?”

the pain from his broken hand, he mustered the courage to ask, “Mr.

even glancing back, Finnegan casually waved his

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