Quince Larson and Hilary Stone locked eyes for a good ten minutes. Eventually, the former backed down.

He decided to take the position of family head first. After the dust settled, he would take his time to deal with all of these people.

"Fine, I'll add your name into the family records."

Everyone was shocked by Quince Larson's decision—including Frederick Larson and Franklin Larson—but they chose not to say anything. This was because they were the reasons for this scandal in the first place.

Just then, Francis Larson—who had remained silent this whole time—spoke up. "Do you think Dad would agree to this?"

Unfortunately, his words didn't hold any weight.

"Eldest Uncle, I'm the family head now. I don't need you to teach me what to do."

Francis Larson didn't want to speak to his family anymore. 'How can they try to put that scandal behind them now that Dad is in a coma? This can only mean that many more scandals are bound to happen.'

After Quince Larson got what he wanted most, the family dispersed.

The pitiful Old Master was still lying in the hospital, unconscious. However, it was true that he had brought this upon himself.

He had never cared about those who cared the most about him. On the other hand, he was biased toward those who didn't care about him at all.

He had to bear some responsibility for the state the Larson family was in today.

That day, Third Master Gold invited Finn Taylor to the Gold family's residence for a game of chess. However, the latter saw no chessboard prepared after arriving.

Third Master Gold gestured for the latter to take a seat before saying, "Take a seat. I have something to tell you."

Finn Taylor didn't know what Third Master Gold wanted but sat down nonetheless.

"I heard about what happened in the Larson family. You were maligned, weren't you?"

Finn Taylor shrugged. 'As expected, bad news has wings.'

"Here's 1.5 million dollars. Divorce Yvette Larson and leave the Larson family." Third Master Gold placed a cheque in front of the other arrogantly.

Yet, Finn Taylor ripped that cheque into shreds right in front of him.

Although 1.5 million dollars was an astronomical sum to an average person, it was just spare change to Finn Taylor.

Finn Taylor then took out his black card and slammed it on the table.

In an instant, Third Master Gold was at a loss for words. 'The black card is worth much more than 1.5 million dollars. No wonder he wasn't tempted by this sum of money.'

"I heard that you haven't been on good terms with Yvette Larson lately." Third Master Gold laughed awkwardly before changing the topic.

"Since when has Third Master Gold started caring about the relationship between married couples?"

Third Master Gold felt a little embarrassed when Finn Taylor called him out. It was obvious that these questions were from Kimberly Gold, but they seemed weird coming out of his mouth.

"Since you asked, I'll answer you. The entire Larson family suspects me of poisoning Joseph Larson. My wife was the only one who stood up for me; she told me that she trusts me. She even gave up the position of the family head to make a request: Nobody in the Larson family can accuse me of poisoning the Old Master before they have solid proof."

Kimberly Gold—who had been hiding in a corner—was eavesdropping on her grandpa's conversation with Finn Taylor. Of course, her heart sank the moment she heard that.

"Hey! Finn Taylor, you're here. That's good—I have something to ask you." Just then, Carl Gillies arrived.

That brought Third Master Gold's conversation with Finn Taylor to an end.

The latter quickly put away his black card and asked, "President Gillies, what do you need?"

"I need a favor from you. I'm participating in a chess match in a few days' time, but I think I'll lose badly. I was thinking of getting you to play in my place. Go ahead and state your demands. I'll try to fulfill them as much as possible."

"Alright, I'll keep that request for another time. I'll let you know when I think of what I want."

His curiosity was piqued. "Who are you playing against?"

"Jessica Daimler."

Finn Taylor had to resist the urge to kick Carl Gillies to death right then and there. 'If I had known that I needed to play against Jessica Daimler, I would've definitely refused the offer.'

Jessica Daimler was the American Chess Association's president. She was also the top female chess player in the world.

'F*ck! How could you ask me to play against Jessica Daimler? I might very well lose to her.'

"What, it's just Jessica Daimler, isn't it? Young man, you should be full of fighting spirit!"

Seeing how Carl Gillies was rubbing it in, Finn Taylor really wanted to punch him right in the face.

"Don't look at me like that. Let me tell you something—Jessica Daimler is going to bring her disciple as well. Finn Taylor, I heard that you're not doing too well in the Larson family. What do you think about this girl?"

As he said that, he even took a photo out. "Her name is Megan Daimler. She's the adopted daughter of Jessica Daimler and her disciple."

"Grandpa Carl, aren't you afraid that Jessica Daimler will kill you for introducing her daughter to a married man?"

Kimberly Gold could no longer hold it in. 'I haven't even won him over. Why am I getting another rival?'

As such, she rushed out and interrupted her Grandpa Carl.

The latter was stunned. 'That's right. If Jessica Daimler learns about it, she might very well break all my bones!'

"When's the match?"

"In a week's time at the Chess Association."

Finn Taylor nodded and noted the details down. He had no interest in that disciple; he had a wife.

Upon returning home, Finn Taylor heard sobs coming from the washroom.

As he carefully pushed the door open, he spotted Francis Larson on the ground, his face full of tears and snot.

As soon as he spotted Finn Taylor, he rushed up to hug the latter. "Finn Taylor, my dad is in a vegetative state. If he doesn't wake up, I'll have no father. I'll be an orphan. My dad is gone…"

Over the past few days, the Larson family had received quite a few visitors.

Francis Larson had welcomed all these guests very warmly. He had even comforted the visitors, saying that his father was lucky that he had been found and sent to the hospital in time.

Even if he were to pass away now, he had lived a long and fulfilling life. He had told his friends and family not to be too upset over this.

To that, many guests had said that Francis Larson was heartless. How could he remain so indifferent when his own father was in this state?

But today, Finn Taylor had seen his father-in-law in his rawest state.

'My dad is gone…' Francis Larson's words replayed again and again in Finn Taylor's mind.

Eventually, the pair dried their tears and walked out of the washroom.

Finn Taylor brought a carton of beer over, and they drank to their hearts' content. Neither said a word, and they simply sat in silence as they downed one can of beer after another.

There was no need to say anything. Everything was expressed in their drinking.

All their emotions went down along with the alcohol.

Francis Larson's words replayed in Finn Taylor's mind. 'My dad is gone…'

Finn Taylor couldn't help but feel like he was seeing someone else in his father-in-law—Jacob Taylor!