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 is Finnegan. If she wants to

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

family. “I didn’t expect you to

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

Todd gritted his teeth. “Perry, get your as*es out here!”

Todd’s

could take on a hundred enemies

now was to cooperate with Finnegan as much as possible to mitigate the repercussions awaiting him

held his tongue, waiting to see Finnegan’s next

of them was the driver,

“Who hit

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

instant, Finnegan materialized in front of him.

with a firm grip. “In your next life,

from Finnegan’s palm, and a sharp cracking sound echoed through the air,

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

hush was broken by the terrified

his proud

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 ground.

remarked sternly, “If you do

motion, he seized the hands

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

tore off their arms, blood

“Ah!”

air in the vicinity was once again punctuated by the terrified screams of women and the unsettling sounds of retching from those

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

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, “How can this be? How is this

relentless brutality left everyone

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

of your hands, is that okay?” Finnegan

to his feet by

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

instantly horrified,

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

glancing back, Finnegan casually waved his