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

before he said in a low voice, “All we want is Finnegan. If she wants to leave, let her.”

after making sure Josephine left safely and soundly did Finnegan divert his gaze from her, refocusing

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

Vilmar before he could continue. He turned his gaze

his broken ribs, Todd gritted

warning echoed in Todd’s

was so formidable that he could take on a hundred enemies single-handedly.

he could do now was to cooperate with Finnegan as much as possible to mitigate the repercussions awaiting

Vilmar clenched his fists but held his tongue,

One of them was the driver, while the other two were tasked with apprehending

“Who hit her?”

at his companions on either side, stammering out, “It… it was me. She was screaming and shouting at

materialized

the thug’s throat with a firm grip. “In

power emanated 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 bore witness to the unexpected

broken by the terrified

Vilmar, who still maintained his proud demeanor, couldn’t

and killed the person! Who the heck is he?

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

remarked sternly, “If you do something wrong, you have to pay

a swift motion, he seized the hands of the two

tug was the chilling sound of tearing, echoed

tore off their arms, blood splattering

“Ah!”

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

with the realization that Finnegan was unlike any of

the ground in a state of utter

left everyone

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

I also want one of your

his feet by his

and without a moment’s hesitation, he slashed at his own left hand, severing it from the elbow, and it thudded to the ground.

instantly horrified,

hand, he mustered the courage to ask, “Mr.

Finnegan