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 chip!

in a low voice, “All we want

sure Josephine left safely and soundly did Finnegan divert his gaze from her, refocusing on the imminent confrontation ahead.

adjusted his collar, maintaining the regal demeanor befitting the eldest son of the Royle family.

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

his broken ribs, Todd gritted

echoed in Todd’s mind-never

could take

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

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

One of them was the driver, while the other

“Who hit her?”

quick glance at his companions on either side, stammering out,

materialized in front

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

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

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

broken by the terrified screams of a few

maintained his proud demeanor, couldn’t help but shudder inwardly,

ahead and killed the person! Who

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

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

seized the hands of the two thugs.

was the chilling sound of tearing, echoed

off their arms,

“Ah!”

the terrified screams of women and

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

to collapse onto the ground in a state of utter disbelief as he murmured, “How can this be? How is this

relentless brutality left everyone in utter

kicks, he sent the two thugs flying, their

of your

to his feet by his subordinates,

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

horrified, stammered,

the pain from his broken hand, he mustered the courage to

even glancing back, Finnegan casually waved his

pick up his severed hand. With two dead and one injured, they