The moment Finn Taylor said these words, everyone stared at him as though he was crazy.

'Everyone knows that you were the one who landed Joseph Larson in this state, and you're planning on accompanying him throughout the night? You…'

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Franklin Larson disagreed and was about to voice his objections when his son quickly stepped in.

He whispered, "Dad, just let him do it. It'll naturally be great if Grandpa recovers; we won't have to worry about him then. However, it might not be all that bad if something happens to Grandpa either."

"I'm the CEO now, and I currently have the highest position apart from Grandpa. Besides, if something happens to Grandpa when under his care, we can use that as an excuse to convince the other elders to chase their family out of the Larson family. Dad, think about it."

Franklin Larson came to a sudden realization at his son's words.

He turned around and looked at Finn Taylor. "Since you were the one who landed Dad in this state, I'm in no place to deny you the chance to make up for it now with your filial piety. Alright then, you'll spend the night here watching over Dad."

With that, Franklin Larson's family and Eleanor Larson's family took their leave.

Only Yvette Larson's family was left outside the operation theater.

"Finn Taylor, are you stupid? Don't you know that this was a trap? The doctor already said that Grandpa is still in critical condition. If anything happens to Grandpa, it'll be on you. Quince Larson will definitely use the chance to make things difficult for our family." Yvette Larson was intelligent and naturally spotted the trap set out for them.

She hadn't expected her husband to fall into this trap.

"It's alright; you guys can head home. I'll watch over Grandpa well and make sure that nothing will happen to him."

By now, Yvette Larson was fuming and didn't want to waste her breath on Finn Taylor. She picked up her bag and turned to leave.

Before leaving in a huff, Linda James made sure to jab her son-in-law's head. "Finn Taylor, I won't let you off if anything goes wrong with my dad's condition."

When they all left, Finn Taylor was left alone in the hospital.

Finn Taylor put on a protective gown and entered the ICU ward.

The invincible and almighty Joseph Larson was lying on the bed, unconscious. His body was connected to all sorts of machines, and there were problems with almost all of his vital signs.

It seemed like his condition was truly serious this time.

Finn Taylor didn't believe that he had fallen into such a serious condition naturally.

'Could someone have been behind this?' Finn Taylor was still lost in his thoughts when someone walked in.

It was the top doctor in the country, Jeremy Smith.

Jeremy Smith gave a respectful and deep bow to Finn Taylor. "Master Peregrine."

Jeremy Smith was a renowned doctor and was thought of as a miracle worker. He could raise the dead from their graves, but Jeremy Smith knew in his heart that he never would've been able to achieve all that without this young man in front of him.

"Have a look at him."

Jeremy Smith's gaze fell on Joseph Larson. In an instant, his expression changed. "Poison."

Finn Taylor nodded. 'It's just like I had thought. Joseph Larson fell gravely ill because of poison.'

"Master Peregrine, although this kind of poison is hard to treat, I have full confidence."

"No need for that. You just have to treat his heart condition and keep him from dying for now. I have my own use for this poison."

He hadn't even found out about who had poisoned Joseph Larson. He wasn't going to let Joseph Larson recover so easily.

Of course, Finn Taylor had an idea on who could've poisoned Joseph Larson, but he currently lacked evidence.

"Yes, Master Peregrine."

After about five hours of work until the break of dawn, Jeremy Smith finally managed to pull Joseph Larson back from the brink of death.

Finn Taylor didn't dare to let his guard down either. After all, he was sure that the Larson family would blame him if anything happened.

At about five in the morning, Jeremy Smith finally left the hospital after treating Joseph Larson.

With that, Finn Taylor heaved a sigh of relief and went out to find an empty bed to sleep in.

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Splash!

Ice-cold water on Finn Taylor's face jolted him up from his sleep.

Finn Taylor squinted his eyes to see a basin in Quince Larson's hands.

Behind Quince Larson stood Yvette Larson, Francis Larson, Linda James, Franklin Larson, and Eleanor Larson.

Everyone was glaring at him.

"Yvette Larson, this is how your husband and your entire family treats Grandpa? Taking care of him? The guardian that you guys sent found himself a nice place to sleep instead."

"Yvette Larson, it was your family that angered Grandpa so badly that he had to be admitted into the hospital. It was only because my dad was magnanimous that this piece of trash got a chance to make up for his mistakes, but look at what he's done. If he slept by Grandpa's side, I wouldn't even have said anything, but Grandpa is still in the ICU while he chose to sleep right here!"

"Great; this is really great. Once Grandpa is out of critical condition, I'll make sure to tell him all about this so that he knows just how filial your family is."

Quince Larson's words were getting nastier, but Yvette Larson's family couldn't do anything but tolerate them. After all, it was true that Finn Taylor had done that.

"Heh… Let's go visit Grandpa." Quince Larson flung the basin on the floor.

Apart from Yvette Larson's family, the rest of the Larson family headed toward the ICU ward.

Slap!

Yvette Larson slapped her husband in the face brutally.

It had been a long while since she had scolded Finn Taylor because her interactions with him made her realize that he was changing for her sake.

She, too, hoped that her husband wouldn't be a good-for-nothing and would be a man who could helm the family. But this time, Finn Taylor had crossed the line.

"Finn Taylor, didn't I remind you about this before leaving last night? This is a trap that Quince Larson has set up for our family. Grandpa isn't even out of critical condition yet. If anything happens to Grandpa, Quince Larson will put all the blame on our family."

"Do you think I was joking?" Yvette Larson was utterly disappointed, and Francis Larson and Linda James didn't even want to speak to him.

All three of them left haggardly with resentment in their hearts.

As for Finn Taylor, he sat there, caressing his face.

Finn Taylor felt frustrated. 'I spent the whole night trying to save Joseph Larson, and that was why I ended up sleeping here. It doesn't matter that Quince Larson and the rest don't understand me, but even Yvette Larson has hit me.'

Just then, Finn Taylor spotted a lunch box at his feet.

'Huh!?' Finn Taylor was stunned but quickly opened the lunch box.

It was a sandwich. It was a little burnt, but it still tasted delicious.

Finn Taylor guessed that Yvette Larson must've made it.

Only a pampered princess like her would be capable of making something so unappetizing. But after thinking about how she had woken up early to prepare him a meal even though she had no culinary skills, Finn Taylor decided to forgive her this time.