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

in a low voice, “All we want

divert his gaze from her, refocusing on the imminent confrontation

befitting the eldest son of the Royle family.

slapped her?” Finnegan interjected, cutting off Vilmar before he could continue. He turned his gaze toward

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

warning echoed in Todd’s mind-never confront Finnegan

that he could take on a hundred enemies

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

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

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

nodded. “Who hit her?”

stammering out, “It… it was

instant, Finnegan materialized in front of him.

right hand closed around the thug’s throat with a firm grip. “In your next life, don’t go around

and a sharp cracking sound

widened eyes bore witness

was broken by the terrified screams of a

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

actually went ahead and killed the person! Who the heck is he?

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

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

seized the hands

a sudden tug was the chilling sound of tearing, echoed by the

arms, blood

“Ah!”

screams of women and the unsettling sounds of retching from those who were timid.

His face paled, and he grappled with the realization that Finnegan was unlike any of the nobodies

ground in a state of utter disbelief as he murmured, “How can this be? How is

left everyone in utter

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

Mackle, I also want one of your hands, is that okay?” Finnegan

feet by his subordinates, and his expression tensed.

he slashed at his own left hand, severing it from the elbow, and it thudded

horrified,

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

even glancing back, Finnegan casually waved his hand.