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

did Finnegan divert his gaze from her, refocusing on

adjusted his collar, maintaining the regal demeanor befitting the eldest son of the Royle family. “I didn’t expect you to have ties with the Wahlstrom family. What a

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

Todd gritted his teeth. “Perry, get your

in Todd’s mind-never confront Finnegan

that he could take on a hundred

cooperate with Finnegan as much

being ignored, Vilmar clenched his fists but held his tongue, waiting to

emerged. One of them was the driver, while the other two were

“Who hit her?”

on either side, stammering out,

instant, Finnegan materialized

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

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

widened eyes bore witness to the unexpected turn of events.

by the terrified screams of a few women.

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

killed the person! Who the heck

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

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

swift motion, he seized the hands of the two thugs.

sound of tearing, echoed by the agonized

arms, blood

“Ah!”

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

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

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

brutality left everyone

the two thugs flying, their severed hands left discarded on

your

his feet by his subordinates, and

and without a moment’s hesitation, he slashed at his

horrified,

his broken hand, he mustered the courage to ask, “Mr. Larkin, may I leave

glancing back, Finnegan casually