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 chip!

he said in a low voice, “All we

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

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

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

broken ribs, Todd gritted his

in Todd’s mind-never confront

formidable that he could take on a hundred

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

ignored, Vilmar clenched his fists but held

of them was the driver, while the other two were tasked with apprehending

“Who hit

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

Finnegan materialized in front of

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

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

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

eerie hush was broken by the terrified screams of

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

ahead and killed the person! Who the heck

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

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

a swift motion, he seized the hands

the chilling sound of tearing, echoed by the agonized

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 who

face paled, and he grappled with the realization that

way, causing him to collapse onto the ground in a state of utter disbelief as he

brutality left everyone in

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

want one of your

his feet by his subordinates, and his expression tensed.

moment’s hesitation, he slashed at his own left hand, severing it from the elbow, and

instantly horrified, stammered,

individual. Despite the pain from his broken hand, he mustered the courage to ask, “Mr. Larkin, may

Finnegan casually waved his