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

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

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

Royle family. “I didn’t

Vilmar before he could continue. He turned his gaze toward Todd, who had

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

Todd’s

formidable that he could

with Finnegan as much as possible to mitigate the repercussions awaiting him for his

held his tongue, waiting to see Finnegan’s next

crowd, three thugs emerged. One of them was the driver, while the other two were tasked

nodded. “Who

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

materialized

throat with a firm grip. “In your next

sharp cracking sound echoed through the air, marking the consequences

freezing the atmosphere, as widened eyes bore witness to the

hush was broken by the terrified screams of a

proud demeanor, couldn’t help but shudder inwardly,

went ahead and killed the

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casual indifference, casually tossing

his attention to the remaining two, he remarked sternly, “If you do something

motion, he seized the hands of the two thugs.

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

off their arms,

“Ah!”

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

paled, and he grappled with the realization

He found his legs giving way, causing him to collapse onto the ground in a state of utter disbelief

brutality left everyone in utter shock.

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

I also want one of your hands,

his feet by his subordinates, and

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

horrified, stammered, “Todd?”

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

back, Finnegan casually waved his hand.