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.

bargaining

said in a low voice, “All we want is Finnegan.

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

befitting the eldest son of the Royle family. “I didn’t expect you

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

ribs, Todd gritted his teeth.

warning echoed in Todd’s

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

much as possible to mitigate the repercussions awaiting him for

fists but held his tongue, waiting to see Finnegan’s

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

“Who

his companions on either side, stammering out,

Finnegan materialized in front

with a firm grip. “In your

sharp cracking sound echoed through the air, marking the consequences of the thug’s reprehensible actions.

as widened eyes bore witness to the

the terrified screams of a few women.

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

killed the person!

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

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

the hands

tug was the chilling sound of tearing, echoed by the agonized screams of the pair.

tore off their arms,

“Ah!”

punctuated by the terrified screams of women and the unsettling sounds of retching

composure. His face paled, and he grappled with the realization that Finnegan was

even more terrified. He found his legs giving way, causing him to collapse onto the ground in a state of utter disbelief as he murmured,

everyone in utter

kicks, he sent the two thugs flying, their severed hands left discarded on the ground.

of your hands, is that okay?” Finnegan

to his feet by

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

horrified, stammered,

pain from his broken hand, he mustered

even glancing back, Finnegan