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.

our bargaining chip!

before he said in a low voice,

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

eldest son of the Royle family. “I

Who slapped her?” Finnegan interjected, cutting off Vilmar before he could continue. He

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

warning echoed in Todd’s mind-never confront Finnegan head-on.

he could take

cooperate with Finnegan as much

but held his tongue, waiting to see Finnegan’s

of them was the driver, while

nodded. “Who hit her?”

side, stammering out, “It… it was me. She

Finnegan materialized in front of him.

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

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

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

hush was broken by the terrified screams of

Vilmar, who still maintained his proud demeanor,

killed the person!

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casual indifference, casually

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

swift motion, he seized the hands

a sudden tug was the chilling sound of tearing, echoed by the agonized screams of the

off their arms,

“Ah!”

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

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

found his legs giving way, causing him to collapse onto the ground in a state of utter disbelief as he murmured, “How can this be? How is

relentless brutality left everyone in utter

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

I also want one of your hands, is that okay?” Finnegan

helped to his feet by his subordinates, and his

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

instantly horrified,

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

even glancing back, Finnegan casually waved his