A Healer’s Journey (Finnegan and Nuthana) Novel novel Chapter 151

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. 

She’s our bargaining chip! 

Vilmar’s expression shifted a few times before he said in a low voice, “All we want is Finnegan. If she wants to leave, let her.” 

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

Vilmar 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 surprise! However-” 

“Who seized Josephine? Who slapped her?” Finnegan interjected, cutting off Vilmar before he could continue. He turned his gaze toward Todd, who had managed to catch his breath. 

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

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

Finnegan was so formidable that he could take on a hundred enemies single-handedly. 

Hence, all he could do now was to cooperate with Finnegan as much as possible to mitigate the repercussions awaiting him for his deeds. 

Despite being ignored, Vilmar clenched his fists but held his tongue, waiting to see Finnegan’s next move. 

From the surrounding crowd, three thugs emerged. One of them was the driver, while the other two were tasked with apprehending Josephine. 

Finnegan nodded. “Who hit her?” 

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

In an instant, Finnegan materialized in front of him. 

His right hand closed around the thug’s throat with a firm grip. “In your next life, don’t go around hitting women!” 

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

An abrupt stillness enveloped the scene, freezing the atmosphere, as widened eyes bore witness to the unexpected turn of events. 

The eerie hush was broken by the terrified screams of a few women. 

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

Finnegan actually went ahead and killed the person! Who the heck is he? 

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

Turning his attention to the remaining two, he remarked sternly, “If you do something wrong, you have to pay the price!” 

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

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

Finnegan tore off their arms, blood splattering everywhere. 

“Ah!” 

The air in the vicinity was once again punctuated by the terrified screams of women and the unsettling sounds of retching from those who were timid. 

Vilmar finally lost his composure. His face paled, and he grappled with the realization that Finnegan was unlike any of the nobodies he had encountered before. 

Matthias, was even more terrified. 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 this possible?” 

Finnegan’s relentless brutality left everyone in utter shock. 

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

“Mr. Mackle, I also want one of your hands, is that okay?” Finnegan said. 

Todd was just helped to his feet by his subordinates, and his expression tensed. 

He swiftly drew a dagger from his waist, and without a moment’s hesitation, he slashed at his own left hand, severing it from the elbow, and it thudded to the ground. 

Matthias, instantly horrified, stammered, “Todd?” 

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

Without even glancing back, Finnegan casually waved his hand. 

Todd let out a sigh of relief and instructed someone to pick up his severed hand. With two dead and one injured, they quickly retreated from the unsettling scene. 

“Todd? Todd!” 

“Mr. Mackle, why are you leaving?” Matthías, Ariendel, and the others, already disturbed by Finnegan’s brutality, called out to Todd as he swiftly exited. 

Ignoring their pleas, Todd urged his subordinates to hasten their retreat.