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 chip!

expression shifted a few times before he said in a low voice, “All we want is

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

regal demeanor befitting the eldest son of the Royle family. “I didn’t expect you to

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

his broken ribs, Todd gritted

warning echoed in Todd’s mind-never confront

formidable that he could take on

much as possible to mitigate the repercussions awaiting him for his deeds.

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

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

“Who hit her?”

his companions on either side, stammering out, “It… it was me. She was screaming and shouting

materialized in front of

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

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

atmosphere, as widened eyes bore witness to the unexpected

broken by the terrified screams of a few women.

Vilmar, who still maintained his proud demeanor,

went ahead and killed the

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casual indifference,

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

the hands of the

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

off their arms, blood splattering

“Ah!”

the vicinity was once again punctuated by the terrified screams of women and the unsettling

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

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

everyone in

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

also want one of your hands, is that

to his feet by his subordinates, and his expression

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

horrified,

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

glancing back, Finnegan casually waved his hand.