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

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

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

his collar, maintaining the regal demeanor befitting the eldest son of the Royle family. “I didn’t expect you to have

before he could continue. He turned his gaze toward Todd, who had managed

broken ribs, Todd gritted

echoed in Todd’s mind-never

could take on a hundred

now was to cooperate with Finnegan as much as

fists but held his

was the driver, while the other two were tasked with apprehending Josephine.

“Who hit

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

materialized in front of him.

throat with a firm grip. “In your next life,

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

stillness enveloped the scene, freezing the atmosphere, as widened eyes bore witness to the unexpected turn of events.

broken by the terrified screams of a few

Vilmar, who still maintained his proud demeanor,

and killed the person! Who the heck is he?

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casual indifference, casually tossing the

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

motion, he seized the hands of the two thugs.

sound of tearing, echoed by the agonized screams

tore off their arms,

“Ah!”

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

and he grappled with the realization

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

relentless brutality left everyone

swift, precise kicks, he sent the two thugs flying,

of your hands,

to his feet by his subordinates, and his expression tensed.

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

horrified,

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

Finnegan casually

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