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

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

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

Royle family. “I didn’t expect you to have ties

interjected, cutting off Vilmar before he could continue.

the pain of his broken ribs, Todd gritted his teeth. “Perry, get your as*es out

in Todd’s mind-never confront Finnegan

formidable that he could take on a hundred enemies

now was to cooperate with Finnegan as much as possible

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

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

“Who

thugs shot a quick glance at his companions on either side, stammering out, “It… it was me. She was screaming and shouting at the time…”

materialized in front

throat with a firm grip. “In your next life, don’t go around hitting women!”

cracking sound echoed through the air, marking

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

hush was broken by the terrified screams of a few

maintained his proud demeanor,

killed the person! Who the heck

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

the remaining two, he remarked sternly, “If you

swift motion, he seized the hands of the two thugs.

tearing, echoed

tore off their arms, blood

“Ah!”

in the vicinity was once again punctuated by the terrified screams of

His face paled, and he grappled with the realization

giving way, causing him to collapse onto the ground in a state

brutality left everyone in

he sent the two thugs flying, their severed hands left

want one of your hands, is that okay?” Finnegan said.

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

instantly horrified, stammered, “Todd?”

individual. Despite the pain from his broken hand, he mustered

glancing back, Finnegan casually waved his hand.