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

he said in a low voice, “All we want is Finnegan. If she wants to leave, let her.”

sure Josephine left safely and soundly did Finnegan divert his

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

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

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

in Todd’s mind-never confront Finnegan

he could take on

cooperate with Finnegan as much as

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

three thugs emerged. One of them was the driver, while the other

“Who hit

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

an instant, Finnegan materialized in front of

throat with a firm grip. “In your next life, don’t

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

widened eyes bore witness to the

by the terrified

his proud

ahead and killed the person! Who

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

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

the hands of the

was the chilling sound of tearing, echoed by the

tore off their arms, blood

“Ah!”

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

and he grappled with the realization that

way, causing him to collapse onto the ground in a state

everyone in

flying, their severed hands left

also want one of your hands, is

helped to his feet by his subordinates, and his expression

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

horrified, stammered, “Todd?”

individual. Despite the pain from his broken hand, he mustered the courage to ask, “Mr. Larkin, may I leave now?”

glancing back, Finnegan