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!

expression shifted a few times before he said in a low voice, “All we want

left safely and soundly did Finnegan divert

Royle family. “I didn’t

Vilmar before he could continue. He turned his

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

echoed in Todd’s mind-never confront Finnegan

so formidable that he could take

cooperate with Finnegan as much as possible to mitigate the repercussions awaiting him for his

fists but held his tongue,

thugs emerged. One of them was the driver,

“Who hit her?”

of the thugs shot a quick glance at his companions on either side, stammering out, “It… it was me.

materialized in front of

closed around the thug’s throat with a firm grip. “In your next life,

from Finnegan’s palm, and a sharp cracking sound echoed through the air, marking the consequences of the thug’s reprehensible actions.

the atmosphere, as widened eyes

broken by the terrified

proud demeanor, couldn’t help but

the person! Who the heck

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casual indifference, casually tossing the thug with the crushed throat onto

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

motion, he seized the hands of the two

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

their arms, blood splattering everywhere.

“Ah!”

the vicinity was once again punctuated by the terrified screams of women and the unsettling sounds of retching from those who were timid.

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

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

relentless brutality left everyone in utter shock.

thugs flying, their severed hands left discarded

your

just helped to his feet by his subordinates, and his expression

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

instantly horrified, stammered,

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

back, Finnegan casually

his severed hand. With two dead and one injured, they quickly retreated from