The news of Joseph Larson being in a vegetative state quickly took the entire family by storm.

Yvette Larson's phone was nearly blowing up from their calls. However, she chose not to pick a single one of them up and simply switched her phone off.

On the other hand, Quince Larson rejoiced when he received that call. 'Initially, I would've been the main suspect in this incident. But Finn Taylor, you're so unlucky to have visited Grandpa then. More importantly, you were the one who sent Grandpa to the hospital. Great! You'll have to take the blame for it now.'

Very quickly, the Larson family assembled at the hospital.

"Yvette, what happened to Grandpa? Who brought him here? Tell us!" Quince Larson was enthusiastic and didn't even bother asking about his grandpa. He simply wanted to know who had found his grandpa.

However, nobody noticed that detail.

Yvette Larson glanced at her husband, who immediately stood up. "I was the one who found Grandpa and brought him here."

This was exactly what Quince Larson was waiting for.

He grabbed the other's collar. "Finn Taylor, Grandpa is just a little curt when he speaks to you, but he's still your elder. Couldn't you just give in to him? How could you think of killing Grandpa?"

With that, everyone glared at Finn Taylor.

The latter shoved Quince Larson aside. "Grandpa fainted from being poisoned. By the time I arrived, he was already unconscious. If not for me, Grandpa wouldn't even be in a vegetative state. You'd be looking at his corpse."

But nobody was convinced. Instead, they came to a conclusion: Finn Taylor had poisoned their grandpa! Then, he pretended to bring Grandpa to the hospital.

Now, he was even putting on an act in front of everyone!

"Get out!" Francis Larson was furious. This time, he was truly infuriated.

Finn Taylor looked at his father-in-law. "You don't believe me either?"

"Get out!" Those were the only words Francis Larson said to his son-in-law.

However, the latter didn't want to explain himself when everyone had already been brainwashed by Quince Larson. Now, they were convinced that it was Finn Taylor who had poisoned the Old Master.

Outside the hospital, Finn Taylor lit a cigarette for himself.

Just then, his wife walked over.

He quickly threw the cigarette onto the ground and extinguished it.

Yvette Larson was stunned. She didn't know how to describe her husband's actions.

It looked like he had done so subconsciously without giving it any thought. However, it was extremely difficult for a smoker to train themselves to have such muscle memory. 'Did Finn do that because I told him that I don't like people smoking in front of me? Did he really cheat on me? La Feria Club! Kimberly Gold! What's the truth behind them all? Did I really misunderstand him?'

"Do you trust me?" When his wife walked up to him, Finn Taylor finally posed her this question.

After contemplating for a moment, she finally said, "I believe in you."

"Why?" Finn Taylor pointed at the hospital. "Those people all think that I poisoned Grandpa. Besides, all the evidence points toward me now."

"I believe that you're not someone like that. All that evidence is just a smokescreen." Yvette Larson believed that her husband wouldn't kill others. She felt that she had already gotten a good understanding of him over the past three years.

"What about La Feria Club and Kimberly Gold? What if I told you that those are smokescreens too? Will you believe me then?"

Yvette Larson was stunned and at a loss for words. 'Is what I believe to be the truth really the truth, or does Finn really have his own reasons for hiding it from me?'

But Yvette Larson didn't answer her husband.

Joseph Larson lay in the hospital for half a month with no sign of awakening.

The doctor told the Larson family that he could be transferred to a normal ward and that he only needed a nurse to take care of him. Whether he would wake up from this coma would depend on fate.

The Larson family had no choice but to accept the situation.

But just then, Quince Larson spoke up. "Wait a minute. Don't they say that a kingdom can't go without a ruler? Although the Larson family isn't exactly big, we can't go without a family head. With Grandpa in this state, shouldn't we select a temporary family head? Based on what Grandpa said last time, we should choose the next family head from the third generation. That leaves me, Yvette, Eleanor, and Quinn. Uncles and brothers, who do you think is the most suitable?"

Quince Larson's father—Franklin Larson—looked at Francis Larson. "Eldest Brother, I definitely wouldn't fight with you if you had a son. Unfortunately, you have a daughter. Besides, it's because of your son-in-law that Dad is in this state. Do you really think your daughter deserves to be the temporary family head?"

Francis Larson didn't have any right to have a say. His daughter was the one who had to make her own decision about whether she wanted to be the family head.

As such, he remained silent.

Yvette Larson looked at her cousin. "Don't you just want me to give up fighting for the position? I can do that, but I have one request."

Quince Larson replied, "Fine."

"Without having any solid evidence, you can't accuse Finn of poisoning Grandpa. If I give up fighting for the position, you guys have to promise that you won't accuse Finn of poisoning Grandpa unless you guys have solid evidence."

Quince Larson was fuming. "Yvette Larson, are you trying to get your husband off the hook?"

"Fine, if you're going to be so stubborn, let's not do it this way. If you want to choose a temporary family head, we should go by what Grandpa said: Whoever has better achievements in the company gets to be the family head. I think I should've earned quite a lot for the company with our project with the Sullivan family. Just today, Finn Taylor scored a deal with the Gold family as well. Why don't we go back to the office and do our sums?"

Quince Larson glared at his cousin. There was no way he would surpass his cousin if they were to compare their results.

Eventually, he chose to compromise. "Alright. From now on, I won't say that Finn Taylor poisoned Grandpa. Will that do?"

"Fine, I'll give up fighting then. But if I find out that you're saying anything behind my back, I'll get back into the race."

Quince Larson harrumphed and turned to Eleanor Larson.

"Don't look at me. I'm not interested in it at all—you can be the head."

Finally, he turned to Quinn Larson. "What about you?"

The latter didn't say anything, but his mother did. "The eldest branch has their terms, and so do we—add my name into the family records."

Hilary Stone was a disgrace to the entire Larson family. Ever since that incident, the Old Master had removed her name from all of their family records.

But now, she made such a ridiculous request.

"If you refuse, I'll get my son to fight for the position of family head. Don't you think the mother of a family head deserves to have her name in the family records?"

In an instant, Hilary Stone and Quince Larson were going head-to-head.