According to Linda James's description, Finn Taylor and Yvette Larson quickly arrived at the site of the accident.

But what they saw was Linda James arguing with a middle-aged woman. "Do you even know how to drive? Look, you almost killed us!"

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Linda James fiercely insisted that the other party intended to run into them and kill them.

"Can you be more reasonable? I was driving perfectly well, but you guys ran a red light. Besides, I didn't even hit you. Why do you keep trying to extort money from me? Are you a fraud, or is this a staged accident?"

"What are you saying? Fraud? Staged accident? How can you say that you didn't hit us? Can't you see that my husband is lying there on the ground and can't move?"

"You're so ridiculous. Both of us know perfectly well why he's lying there. He was fine just now, but you told him to lie there."

"I told him to lie there? What proof do you have? Do you have a dashcam?"

"Right, you're only so arrogant and bold because you saw that I didn't have a dashcam. If I had one, I'd have punched you a long time ago."

"Punch us? Wow, you even want to hit us now."

"You're really… a b*tch!"

Yvette Larson initially wanted to resolve the matter, but she felt utterly humiliated after overhearing the conversation.

The situation was clear as day. Linda James and Francis Larson had run a red light, nearly causing the female driver to knock into them.

But she had not, in fact, hit them.

Because she had seen that the other party had no dashcam, Linda James decided to extort a sum of money from the other party by pretending that her husband had been injured.

"Mom, can you stop embarrassing yourself?" Yvette Larson huffed as she tried to stop her mother.

However, Linda James refused to budge. She had held it in for long enough at the Larson family's residence today. 'The Old Master now even wants to chase us out of the family. Our lives are surely going to get tougher from now on.'

Just now, Linda James had already clearly seen that the other party had no dashcam or any form of recording device in her car. 'You were the one who hit me. You'll have to pay me no matter what.'

"Embarrassing myself? She nearly killed your parents, and you're not even helping us? How could you be blaming us for this? Why did I give birth to a daughter like you?" Linda James hated her daughter for going against her.

"Fine; I"ll leave then. You can settle this yourself." With that, Yvette Larson stomped off furiously.

Finn Taylor was just about to leave with her when Linda James shouted, "Stop right there. Why are you leaving? Stay here and settle this for me!"

He was annoyed but had no other choice. After all, he was her son-in-law, not her daughter.

Her daughter could leave, but as a son-in-law, he had to help his mother-in-law out before leaving.

Besides, he wasn't just an average son-in-law. He was a matrilocal son-in-law.

Finn Taylor walked up to his father-in-law, and he kneeled down. "Dad, you're the Larson family's eldest son. I know Grandpa has always looked down on you, but you can't look down on yourself too. Are you really going to continue with this act?"

Francis Larson's gaze wavered, and he hesitated as he glanced at his wife.

"I'll help you up, Dad."

In the end, Francis Larson made his decision and stood up. "That's right; I can't degrade myself. Linda James, I still want my dignity even if you don't want yours."

With that, Francis Larson turned to leave.

Now that even her husband had left, Linda James's plot was sure to fail.

She vented all her anger toward Finn Taylor.

"I knew it! I didn't hit you. Now that he's gone, I can leave, can't I?"

Linda James had gone all out today. Without Francis Larson around, she simply lay herself down on the ground and even viciously hit the car with her head several times.

"I…" That female driver was speechless.

Finn Taylor waved her off. "Go on. Leave this to me."

She looked at Finn Taylor and asked hesitantly, "Are you sure you won't sue me for a hit-and-run?"

"No, no. Didn't you say that there aren't any CCTVs around? Even if I say that you ran away, I wouldn't be able to find you."

The female driver gave it some thought and felt that it did indeed make sense. As such, she hurried into her car and sped off.

With that, only Finn Taylor and Linda James were left.

Linda James flopped onto the ground and started throwing a tantrum. "You're such a piece of work, Finn Taylor. Look at what you've done. You've dumped my money down the drain! I could've gotten at least 15,000 dollars from her. Return me my money! Return me my 15,000 dollars!"

Finn Taylor's head was starting to hurt from Linda James's tantrum. "Alright, alright. Just take it that I owe you 15,000 dollars."

The moment she heard that, Linda James stood back up cheerfully. "No, a verbal agreement won't cut it. Let's go; we'll go home. You have to write me an IOU."

Finn Taylor was rendered speechless by his mother-in-law's shamelessness.

By the time they arrived home, Yvette Larson and Francis Larson were already home.

Once she arrived home, Linda James started searching through all her drawers and cabinets.

Francis Larson was confused. 'What is she up to now?'

"Francis, do you know where we keep our paper and pens?"

"What do you need that for?" Francis Larson replied. He was curious about what his wife was going to do with them.

Even Yvette Larson—who was still in her room—was curious about what her mother was trying to do.

"I'm getting Finn Taylor to write me an IOU."

"IOU? Why would he need to write one?"

It wasn't just Yvette Larson that was confused. Even Francis Larson was bewildered.

"He let that woman go. I didn't get any money from her, so he'll have to give me whatever I would've gotten from her."

Linda James's answer had the father-daughter duo wondering if their ears were playing tricks on them. 'What kind of answer is this? We were clearly at fault, but Finn Taylor stepped in and helped to protect our family's reputation. But now, Finn Taylor is the one who owes Linda James money!?'

"Mom, can you knock it off? Why would you write an IOU?"

"He won't be allowed to eat if he doesn't write it. I'll deduct the money from his meal allowance then."

Francis Larson: "…"

Yvette Larson: "…"

Both Francis Larson and his daughter were left speechless.

"Mom, I've already written the IOU. Take this." As the trio was still debating the matter, Finn Taylor walked in with a piece of paper in his hands and handed it to his mother-in-law.

She took a look at it. It was clearly written that Finn Taylor owed Linda James 15,000 dollars.

Linda James was finally satisfied, and she kept the IOU safely.

Just then, Finn Taylor's phone buzzed—it was a text message from Wampus.

He put his phone away and said to his wife, "Yvette, I have something to do. I'll be out for a while and may come back a little later tonight."

"Hold on." Yvette Larson rushed down from upstairs and handed an unopened bottle of beverage to him. "Stay safe."