Novel Full Chapter 23 - Old Master Is Dying
Chapter 23: Old Master Is Dying
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Finn Taylor sat at the door and lit a cigarette. ‘Am I in the wrong? No, not at all.’
‘Then, is Yvette Larson wrong? Is Francis Larson wrong? Or is Linda James wrong? No, none of them are wrong.’
‘It’s my parents who are to be blamed. It is because of their bias that I was forced out of Peregrine Hall. They are the ones who forced me to go into hiding and act as a good-for-nothing, matrilocal son-in-law here.’
Although he was capable of doing anything, he could do nothing more than endure the suffering now. However, even a saint would have an outburst eventually.
‘Peregrine Hall, Joseph Larson, Quince Larson, Eleanor Larson—Just you wait.’
Before he finished his cigarette, Finn Taylor heard a quarrel breaking out within the house. By the sounds, he guessed that his wife was trying to open the door to let him in, but Francis Larson and Linda James refused.
‘Heh, Yvette Larson has truly suffered in the past few years she has been with me.’
But by now, Finn Taylor had already started to let go of everything.
Eventually, Yvette Larson managed to open the door. “Mom, Finn Taylor didn’t do anything wrong. It’s Grandpa who’s biased. We won the award. However, not only did he not reward us for it, but he even took away my position! If you want to blame someone, you’d better go look for Grandpa. Why are you venting your temper on Finn Taylor?”
Yvette Larson picked up her spouse’s hand and dragged him into the house.
Linda James flung everything around her onto the ground in a rage, turning the whole house upside-down.
Just then, Francis Larson’s phone rang. He was stunned when he looked at it.
It was Franklin Larson—his second brother, and Quince Larson’s father.
‘We haven’t been in contact for a few years at the very least. Could it be that he is calling to show off? But that doesn’t seem like Franklin Larson’s style.’ No matter what the call was for, Francis Larson decided to pick up the phone.
“Francis Larson, look at what your daughter’s done. Your daughter got into a fight with Dad, and he was so angry that he went into cardiac arrest. He’s been sent to Independence Hospital for emergency surgery. Francis Larson, I’m telling you that I’ll definitely make you pay if anything happens to Dad.”
Click—
The call was ended.
Francis Larson’s phone fell to the ground. He was like a deflated balloon that had lost all fighting spirit, and he stood there, unmoving.
Linda James was about to throw a tantrum, but she was scared stiff by her husband’s actions. “What’s wrong?”
“D-dad had a heart attack and has been admitted into the hospital. It… It was Finn Taylor who caused it,” Francis Larson boomed.
Finn Taylor and Yvette Larson—who were in the house—heard those words too.
By the time the couple walked out of the house, Francis Larson had already gone into shock and was wobbling unsteadily, falling backward.
Finn Taylor rushed forward to support Francis Larson.
Slap!
But what met Finn Taylor was a slap to the face from his father-in-law.
“You… The first day you entered our family, you killed Grandpa. Do you want to kill my dad today? It seems like Linda was right—you’re here to ruin our family.”
Over the past three years, it had usually been Linda James who had physically and verbally abused Finn Taylor. Although Francis Larson held a similar dislike toward him, he had never gone over the line, much less raise his hand to beat him up.
But today, he had done both.
He was utterly disappointed in Finn Taylor.
“Dad, how’s Grandpa? There’s no point in pointing fingers now. We’d better go to the hospital to visit Grandpa now.”
“Right, right. Let’s go to the hospital.”
Then, they hired a taxi.
As for Finn Taylor, Francis Larson had chased him away, so he hadn’t even managed to get in the car.
He watched the taxi drive off into the distance.
Finn Taylor picked up his phone and dialed a number. “Jeremy Smith, get to Independence Hospital and save someone.”
Finn Taylor put away his phone and headed toward Independence Hospital emotionlessly. ‘Joseph Larson has utterly humiliated me. Moreover, he’s biased against Yvette Larson’s family. Unfortunately, it’s true that he can’t die just yet. If he had died before today, it would’ve been fine.’
‘Yvette Larson had been in control of the company. If the chairman passed on, the power would naturally be passed to the CEO. But earlier, Joseph Larson had stripped Yvette Larson of the CEO position. As such, he can’t afford to die now.’
Finn Taylor had to keep Old Master alive so that he could apologize to his wife personally and to hand the Larson family over to her.
By the time Yvette Larson and her parents arrived at the hospital, Finn Taylor had arrived too.
Francis Larson and Linda James were surprised that he had arrived at the same time, but this was not the time to care about such trivial matters.
The four of them jogged toward the operation theater on the third floor.
When they arrived at the operation theater, Quince Larson balled up his fists and swung them at Yvette Larson.
Finn Taylor flew forward to stop Quince Larson’s hand mid-air. “What are you trying to do?”
“That should be my question to you. What are you trying to do, you piece of trash? It’s you and your family that caused Grandpa to have a heart attack.”
Quince Larson struggled and tried to break free from Finn Taylor’s grip, but he failed to do so. “Let go of me. You already angered Grandpa so much that he has to go into surgery. Do you want to beat all of the Larson family members up and admit all of us into the hospital?”
“Francis Larson, look at how your amazing son-in-law is treating my son.” A bald, middle-aged man behind Quince Larson questioned Francis Larson in a thunderous voice.
It was Franklin Larson.
“Let go.” The moment Yvette Larson spoke up, Finn Taylor let go without hesitation.
“Second Uncle, don’t jump to your son’s defense. You’re not blind; you should’ve seen clearly why Finn Taylor came to my defense. Your son was the one who started it.”
Eleanor Larson sneered. “You’re really uncultured to be shouting at your second uncle. What a useless family.”
“Oh? Do you mean that you’re very cultured? Then, you’d better come over and greet your uncle and auntie. Also, ask Second Uncle to greet his elder brother. Stop calling him by his name; it’s uncultured.”
Yvette Larson had already been in a foul mood to begin with. She had done nothing wrong, yet she was being maligned. As such, she would rebut everything she was hit with today.
“Yvette Larson, you’d better watch your words.”
The two women were head to head.
Just then, the door to the operation theater opened. Out walked several doctors.
All of the Larson family rushed up at once.
“How’s Grandpa?”
“Yes, is my dad out of danger?”
The doctor waved his arm, gesturing for everyone to remain silent. “Listen to me. The Old Master’s surgery went well, but he isn’t out of danger yet. Our suggestion is to send him to the ICU ward for further observation. You’ll need to send someone to stay with the Old Master throughout the night to watch over him so that you can inform the doctor immediately if something goes wrong.”
‘Stay with the Old Master throughout the night.’ The Larson family members glanced at each other. It was a chore that nobody wished to take on.
Even Franklin Larson and Quince Larson—who had appeared the most filial up until now—backed away.
“Yvette Larson, since your family is the one who caused this, you guys should send someone.”
Yvette Larson was about to rebuke them when Finn Taylor stepped forward. “Fine, I’ll stay with Grandpa tonight.”