Through their interactions in the past few days, Yvette Larson had realized that her husband wasn't all that ordinary after all. This was in spite of the humiliation he had faced in the past three years and how he had been labeled as a piece of trash.

Ever since she had made it clear to her mom that she wasn't getting a divorce from him, Finn Taylor had changed.

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Even so, he was still nothing more than a matrilocal son-in-law in this family. He was still the same piece of trash who was at her mother's mercy.

Yvette Larson had already thought it through; she knew that her husband had done this all for her sake.

At the thought of this, her heart blossomed with joy. This was why she had passed her spouse a drink and had even told him to stay safe as he was heading out.

"Ok." With a simple reply, Finn Taylor headed out of the house.

The information that Wampus had sent over had to do with the Sanders family.

Finn Taylor was very interested in the Sanders family. As such, he headed toward Pacific Heights.

Very quickly, he arrived at the Sullivan family's residence.

Logan Yeats, Alexander Scott, Hunter Sullivan, and Zachary Kennedy—as well as Merlin and Swallowtail—were already there.

"How's it going? Are you getting used to your new life?" Recently, Finn Taylor had found Merlin and Swallowtail new jobs.

Merlin was now a security officer, while Swallowtail was a janitor.

Their workplace was none other than Yvette Larson's neighborhood.

Of course, those weren't their main jobs. Finn Taylor intended for them to protect his wife's family. After all, he had brought a lot of trouble upon their family.

But these people who were stirring up trouble were way out of his wife's league.

"I'm doing well; I get along with the other security officers quite well. Swallowtail cleans the area during the day and picks up trash to sell at night. Nobody suspects a thing."

Finn Taylor nodded. 'Swallowtail is doing especially well. It's great that she's picking up trash to sell. This way, it will be even easier for her to conceal her true identity.'

"Alright, let's talk about the Sanders family. Wampus, what's up with them?"

Wampus rolled the map out and pointed at an area.

Everyone looked toward the area Wampus had his finger on—it was Colorado.

"I've done my research. San Francisco's Sanders family isn't that simple; their ancestors were from Colorado."

Colorado, the Sanders family.

Logan Yeats and the rest glanced at each other in disbelief. "That can't be true."

Alexander Scott was dumbfounded. "We don't know that for sure. It's possible."

Finn Taylor knew what they meant: The eight tribes of Colorado. The Sanders tribe was amongst them.

According to Wampus, it was very likely that the Sanders family had descended from Colorado's Sanders tribe.

However, they had no idea whether the current Sanders family of San Francisco still kept in touch with the original Sanders tribe of Colorado.

If they had no contact, Finn Taylor could easily destroy this family. But if they did, things would be a little more complicated.

"Investigate it!" Finn Taylor's words revealed his murderous intent.

"Yes!" replied the four guardians in unison.

"Also, have you guys discovered anything about that piece of jade?"

Wampus shook his head. "Not yet, Master Peregrine."

Finn Taylor furrowed his brows in anger.

Wampus was so frightened that he immediately fell onto his knees.

But eventually, Finn Taylor's anger dissipated. He stood up and left the Sullivan family's residence and Pacific Heights.

He hadn't walked far from Pacific Heights before a well-dressed and elegant lady stopped him. "You must be Finn Taylor—the matrilocal son-in-law of the Larson family."

Finn Taylor scanned that lady from head to toe, confirming that he had never met her. "Do we know each other?"

The lady gently fanned herself with the fan in her hand. "No, but we're relatives."

'Relatives?' Finn Taylor didn't understand what she meant.

"My name is Hilary Stone. I think you should know who I am now."

'Hilary Stone!' Finn Taylor finally remembered who she was.

She was the wife of the Larson family's fourth son, Freddie Larson. That meant that she was Quinn Larson's mother.

At that time, Freddie Larson had passed away while Hilary Stone was still pregnant. As such, she had left the Larson family and returned to her own family.

A year later, Quinn Larson had been sent back to the Larson family by his mother. From then on, Hilary Stone hadn't been in contact with the Larson family.

In the blink of an eye, 18 years had passed.

Yvette Larson had told him all these things when she had been idle and bored.

Naturally, Finn Taylor had never met Hilary Stone.

He had never expected to run into her here. 'Is this just a coincidence, or was this planned?'

"Shall we find somewhere to have a chat?" Although Hilary Stone had been married and had even given birth to a child, Finn Taylor felt that she gave off a seductive vibe.

It was a charm unique to young ladies, but Hilary Stone exuded it.

"Is there a need for that?"

"What, are you scared that I'll eat you up? No matter what, shouldn't you address me as 'Auntie?'"

Finn Taylor gave it some thought and decided that he couldn't afford to offend her. "Alright, there's a coffee shop just ahead. Let's go there."

Then, the pair took their seats at the coffee shop around the corner.

Hilary Stone ordered three cups of coffee: one for Finn Taylor, one for herself, and she placed the last one next to her. "This is for your uncle, Freddie Larson."

Finn Taylor was stunned and didn't know what to say. '18 years. Freddie Larson has been dead for 18 years.'

'Hilary Stone, I don't believe that you still love him like you used to. Do you really order another set of everything you eat or drink for Freddie Larson? If you are indeed such a good person, why haven't you returned to the Larson family even once in the past 18 years?'

As such, Finn Taylor was sure that she was merely putting on an act in front of him. However, there was no need for him to expose her either.

"Finn Taylor, you're not doing well in the Larson family, are you?"

Finn Taylor couldn't stand how she was speaking as though she knew him well. 'Aren't we meeting each other for the first time today? More importantly, we only met five minutes ago. Is it really appropriate for you to be caring about me like this?'

But Hilary Stone seemed ignorant of that fact as she placed her hand over Finn Taylor's. "Sigh, what a poor thing. Your hands are so skinny."

Finn Taylor immediately retracted his hand. "What are you trying to tell me?"

"Fine; I'll be direct. The fight between the Larson family's four branches should be coming to its tail end now. I'm guessing Joseph Larson isn't going to last much longer. On behalf of the fourth branch, I'm willing to extend an olive branch and work with your family."

Finn Taylor sneered. "On behalf of the fourth branch? Who are you to offer us help? Just because you're Quinn Larson's mother?"

"No. Of course, that's not the only point. More importantly, I'm going to bring Quinn Larson back to the Stone family. He can't inherit anything from the Larson family."

At this point, Finn Taylor finally understood the situation: Hilary Stone was here to take her child back.

"You shouldn't be telling me about this. You should be telling your son all of this. Perhaps you should even look for my father-in-law—Francis Larson—or my wife, Yvette, if you want to join forces with our family. I'm just a matrilocal son-in-law in the Larson family. I'm in no place to make any decisions."

Hilary Stone smiled and chuckled with a crisp laugh. Then, she blew at Finn Taylor.

A fragrance wafted into his nose.