A Healer’s Journey

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 l*ps 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!

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

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

the eldest son of the Royle family. “I

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

pain of his broken ribs, Todd gritted his teeth.

echoed in Todd’s mind-never confront

that he could take on

all he could do now was to cooperate with Finnegan as much as possible to mitigate

fists but held his tongue, waiting

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

nodded. “Who hit her?”

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

an instant, Finnegan materialized in front of him.

with a firm grip. “In your next life, don’t go

and a sharp cracking sound echoed through the air, marking the

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

hush was broken by the terrified

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

and killed the

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

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

the hands of the two

of tearing, echoed by

arms,

“Ah!”

the terrified screams of women and the unsettling

face paled, and he grappled with the realization that Finnegan was unlike any of

collapse onto the ground in a state

brutality left everyone

precise kicks, he sent the two thugs flying, their severed hands left discarded

Mackle, I also want one of your hands,

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

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

instantly horrified, stammered,

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

even glancing back, Finnegan casually