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

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

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

family. “I didn’t expect

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

his broken ribs, Todd gritted his teeth. “Perry,

Todd’s

was so formidable that he could take on a

he could do now was to cooperate with Finnegan as much as possible to mitigate the repercussions awaiting him for his deeds.

ignored, Vilmar clenched his fists but held his

was the driver, while

“Who hit her?”

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

materialized in

firm grip. “In your next life,

Finnegan’s palm, and a sharp cracking sound echoed through the air, marking the consequences of the thug’s reprehensible

atmosphere, as widened eyes bore witness to the unexpected turn of

hush was broken by the terrified screams

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

the person! Who the heck is he?

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indifference, casually tossing the thug with the

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

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

tug was the chilling sound of tearing,

tore off their arms, blood

“Ah!”

vicinity was once again punctuated by the terrified screams of

with the realization that Finnegan was unlike any of the nobodies he

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

relentless brutality left everyone in utter shock.

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

Mackle, I also want one of your hands,

feet by his subordinates, and

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

horrified, stammered,

was a resilient individual. Despite the pain from his broken hand, he mustered the courage to ask, “Mr. Larkin, may I leave now?”

even glancing back, Finnegan casually waved