A Healer’s Journey

Chapter 153 Do Not Disturb

Hogan Sabados, how dare you lay a hand on me? Don’t even think about collaborating with the Royle family in the future! D*mn it! I can’t believe you guys are actually doing this. This isn’t over! I’ll never let you off!” Vilmar shouted angrily before glaring at Finnegan. “Finnegan, you jerk! Tell them to stop right

now!”

As soon as one of them made the first move, the others stopped hesitating and began raining a cascade of kicks and punches on Vilmar, Matthias, and Ariendel

Moreover, amidst the trio’s barrage of curses, those who had initially held back abandoned restraint, revealing the underlying personal grudges at play.

“Darling, have you always been this cunning?” Alisha inched closer to Finnegan, her movement appearing casual but intricately calculated as she pressed up against his arm.

Finnegan looked at her indifferently. “Do you think I’m in a good mood right now?”

A sudden chill surged within Alisha, prompting her to swiftly retract her alluring and coquettish demeanor, taking a step back.

“I’m just wondering if this is too much.”

At the end of the day, the animosity between Finnegan and Vilmar stemmed solely from what happened during the drinking session last night.

Yet, Finnegan taught them the most severe lesson, escalating the conflict to the extent of taking a person’s life.

With a detached expression, Finnegan averted his gaze. “They hurt someone dear to me. Even annihilating their entire clan isn’t considered excessive.”

This was Finnegan’s principle.

While he tolerated personal affronts directed at himself, he would not allow any harm to befall those dear to him. Hurting even a single strand of hair of those he loved would be an unpardonable transgression.

Moreover, had he not been skillful enough, he might have lost his life by now.

Therefore, he saw no reason to go easy on them.

Alisha’s heart trembled as she realized that she might not have truly understood Finnegan, especially when it came to his temperament.

“Enough!”

After a while, Finnegan finally told those people to stop.

Vilmar and the other two were already on the verge of death as they wailed and cried in pain.

heiress from a prominent family, her expression tinged with anxiety.

the item I

that Finnegan was addressing her, Alisha signaled to the

bearing a box or two

forty- eight bottles of wine, you’re free to leave. If,

Everyone’s expressions changed.

drank until I had a gastric bleed last night. Please spare me. You just said that

less distressed, some visibly trembling at the mere

on IV drips. Drinking this

have mercy. We can’t handle any more

still recovering from last night;

desperately. Some even cried so hard that tears and

of them even went as far as to kneel

can’t drink, force

fear, but

the Wahlstrom family’s elites to drag those people to the back. The atmosphere was soon punctuated by the unrelenting sounds of sorrow and pain,

you won’t dare to take advantage of your status and bully others in the future, would

utter, “Finnegan, what

didn’t even have the strength to do so.

voice, “Finnegan, I’m sorry! I truly am! Spare me this time, especially considering I’m Mandy’s best friend. I won’t

the real masterminds. What do you think

minor disagreement, and they were

bullied, they were adamant

deep voice, “Yes. I admit defeat!”

long, hard stare, Finnegan caught a

became evident that Vilmar was merely feigning remorse, harboring intentions of seeking

surge of murderous intent welled up within

finally betraying panic. “Finnegan, I advise you not to act recklessly. The Royle family holds a prestigious and affluent

Finnegan might actually do away with Vilmar, Alisha cautioned, “Finnegan, you

a piece of cake, but if he were killed over this matter alone,

consequences.

be at their

Alisha’s words, his unwavering gaze fixed

he stood up and waved his hand dismissively. “Once those individuals finish their drinks,

What is happening?

Alisha was shocked.