A Healer’s Journey

Chapter 151

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

a low voice, “All we want is Finnegan. If she wants to

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

demeanor befitting the eldest son of the Royle family. “I didn’t

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

ribs, Todd gritted his teeth.

Todd’s mind-never

he could take on a hundred

to cooperate with Finnegan as much as possible to mitigate

clenched his fists but held his tongue, waiting to

was the driver, while the other two

“Who

of the thugs shot a quick glance at his companions on either side, stammering out, “It…

Finnegan materialized in front of

firm grip. “In your next life, don’t go around hitting

cracking sound echoed through the air, marking the consequences of the thug’s reprehensible

abrupt stillness enveloped the scene, freezing the atmosphere, as widened eyes bore witness to

the terrified

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

and killed the person! Who the heck is

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the situation, Finnegan maintained an air of casual indifference,

sternly, “If you do something

motion, he seized the hands of the

chilling sound of tearing, echoed by the agonized screams

tore off their arms, blood

“Ah!”

once again punctuated by the terrified screams of women and the unsettling sounds of retching from

finally lost his composure. His face paled, and he grappled with the realization that Finnegan was unlike any of the

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

relentless brutality left everyone in

sent the two thugs flying, their severed hands left discarded on the

I also want one of your hands,

by his subordinates, and

without a moment’s hesitation, he slashed at his own left

horrified, stammered,

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

even glancing back, Finnegan casually

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