After finishing his cigarette, Finn Taylor stubbed his cigarette on Quince Larson's hand.

Only when the fire was out did he stand back up.

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Having received a beating, Quince Larson no longer dared to kick up a fuss. Nonetheless, he was terribly displeased. 'Today, I've been beaten up by the good-for-nothing, matrilocal son-in-law of the Larson family! This is the greatest blemish in my entire life!'

"Finn Taylor, just wait and see! I won't let you off so easily!" Quince Larson backed away toward his car as he said that.

"Remember to tell Grandpa that Yvette is sick and needs his car to send her to the hospital. He'd better come personally." Finn Taylor raised his arm, waving goodbye to him.

By then, Quince Larson had already reached his car.

Thinking that Finn Taylor was about to beat him up again, he quickly rushed into the car, started the engine, and drove off.

Hearing a din coming from outside, Yvette Larson had come to check on the situation. But all she saw was Finn Taylor waving goodbye to her cousin, who was escaping in his car.

"Finn Taylor, what have you done this time?" Yvette Larson felt that her husband was acting strangely today. 'Am I wrong about it, or has he really changed? After I refused to get a divorce that day, even when my parents tried to force me to do so, he promised me that he would change for my sake. Has he really changed?'

"It's nothing. Quince Larson came to ask you to go to the office, but I told him that you're sick. I also asked him to bring a message back to Grandpa to get him to come down personally to send you to the hospital."

"You…" Yvette Larson flared up upon hearing that. "Who allowed you to say that? I haven't thought through the matter, so how could you tell him that? Quince Larson will definitely make things up once he gets back. Then, our family will be done for!"

Yvette Larson and Finn Taylor's argument drew the attention of Linda James and Francis Larson. The couple walked out and interrogated them.

Then, Linda James rushed up to slap Finn Taylor.

An obvious red mark formed on Finn Taylor's face.

"Finn Taylor! Finn Taylor, do you lack anything to eat or drink in our house? It's true that I'm old and might be naggy at times, but we treat you well. I'm just hoping for Yvette to have a higher position in the Larson family, but look what you've done. Are you trying to ruin our family by saying that to Quince Larson?"

"Leaving everything else aside, didn't Yvette say that she'd never get a divorce from you? Do you think you can pay her back with whatever you've done?"

The first thought that came to Linda James's mind when she found out about the situation was that Finn Taylor was trying to get revenge on her family.

That was why he had said those things.

Finn Taylor rubbed his face. "Mom, it isn't like what you make it out to be. I'm doing this for your good."

Linda James stretched out her arm once again. She felt that Finn Taylor was still trying to mince his words and stir up trouble for her family.

But this time, Yvette Larson stood up for her husband. "Mom, it's already happened. You're not going to solve the problem no matter how much you hit Finn Taylor. Why don't we think of how to apologize to Grandpa?"

Linda James hated her daughter for going against her and glared at her. 'Married daughters are like spilled water. I never expected that to be the case even in my family, where our son-in-law is a matrilocal one.'

All three of them whipped out their phones, thinking of how to apologize to their grandpa. Just then, they spotted a photo in the family WhatsApp group.

It was that of Grandpa Joseph Larson in the car.

The three of them turned to look at each other. 'Could it be that Grandpa Joseph Larson is on the way to pick Yvette up?'

"Mom, Dad, what should we do?"

"Let me think. Make a call to Billy and ask him about it."

Billy was a security officer at the Larson Corporation. Due to the fact that he had received several favors from Yvette Larson, he was cordial toward their family.

Yvette Larson nodded and made a call to Billy. "Billy, did Grandpa get in the car just now? Do you know he's headed to?"

"Oh, Sister Yvette. Chairman is looking for you; you'd better be careful."

Everyone, including Linda James, heard those words.

Yvette Larson hung up the phone. "Mom, do you think Grandpa is coming to pick me up to go to the office?"

Linda James shook her head. "Do you think it's possible? Grandpa must be here to denounce us as criminals. Our family is done for this time."

"It's all your fault that our family is in such a state today. We're the eldest family in the Larson family and should be the Old Master's favorite. It's because you entered our family that we got swept aside. Do you know the consequences of the Old Master coming over to denounce us?"

Linda James got more agitated as she spoke, and she simply picked up the broom from the corner of the room, trying to beat Finn Taylor up with it.

"Mom, stop it. We'd better tidy up the place. We'll definitely lose favor with Grandpa when he sees the mess in our house."

Linda James was fuming but had no choice but to accede to the request to start cleaning.

Francis Larson pointed at Finn Taylor, wanting to say something, but he held his tongue in the end.

After the couple left, Yvette Larson jabbed Finn Taylor in the elbow in annoyance. "Finn Taylor, can you stop fooling around? Have I ever complained when others call you trash and useless or when they say bad things about you? Do you know how many people have advised me to get a divorce from you? Even Mom and Dad asked me to do it, but did I ever agree to it?"

"All I want is some peace and quiet. Why is that so difficult?"

Finn Taylor's gaze fell on Yvette Larson, and his heart tightened as he watched her tear up.

She was the eldest granddaughter of the Larson family and should've been married to a wealthy young master to live a carefree and luxurious life. But due to the power struggle within Peregrine Hall, she had been forced to marry him.

She had truly suffered too much with him.

"This is the last step. Trust me; Grandpa will definitely give in."

Yvette Larson sighed in exasperation, her gaze filled with disappointment. "You're still being stubborn even now."

With that, Yvette Larson left without sparing Finn Taylor a glance.

At that moment, Finn Taylor's phone buzzed—it was a text message.

He turned on the phone to look at the message that contained only one word: 'Ok.'

Finn Taylor put his phone back down, his lips curling into a smile.

Earlier on, all 36 families in San Francisco had called Joseph Larson, requesting for unilateral termination of their collaborations.

If the Larson family wanted compensation, they could seek compensation from the Sullivan family of New York. This was because they had gotten the order to terminate their contracts from the Sullivan family.

Thirty-six corporations. There were only a total of 40 corporations that worked with the Larson family.

Without these 36 families, the Larson family was basically done for.

Overnight, the Larson family would fall apart.

Everything hinged on Yvette Larson alone.

Joseph Larson had no idea why Yvette Larson was so important to the Sullivan family of New York, but he knew that he had indeed made a mistake in changing the person in charge.

Now, he had to personally invite Yvette Larson to come along with him for there to be a sliver of hope of saving the Larson family.