The Untouchable Son-In-Law: The Master Peregrine Chapter 312

Chapter 312: Diane Taylor’s Leaving

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“No, I’m not going with them.” Karine James vehemently objected to it as though they were her enemies.

The arrogant attitude they had earlier was gone in an instant.

“Linda, why don’t you help us out? Do you really want your family to die?” Lucy Williams finally spoke up. Instead of begging grandson-in-law, she tried her luck with her eldest daughter.

Even Linda James understood that her family had indeed gone too far this time and that they would never learn their lesson unless her son-in-law did something this time.

But looking at her mother’s desperate gaze and hearing her siblings’ groans, Linda James eventually asked, “Finn Taylor, as your mother-in-law, do you think you can let them off this once for me?”

“Shut up, Mom.” Yvette Larson felt as though she was going to explode even before her husband said a word. ‘Every single time, my mom will try to speak up for the James family without fail. If not for my mom backing them up, there is no way they would dare to cause havoc!’

“Yvette, why are you raising your voice at me? They’re your relatives too—they’re your uncle and auntie. Can you really bear to let them suffer?”

Yvette Larson sneered. “Uncle? Auntie? Which uncle or auntie would steal money in their niece’s company, and who else would hire someone to kidnap their own cousin?”

Yvette Larson was speaking the truth, giving her mother no chance of rebutting her.

Yet, the latter couldn’t simply abandon her relatives. As such, she did what she did best—throw a tantrum. “I don’t care! I don’t care what you think. They’re my relatives. If they die, I’ll die too!”

Slap!

Finn Taylor slammed the fruit knife in front of Linda James. “Bruce Jones, take the James family down and beat them to death. Mom, end your life now and go along with your family.”

Seeing the fruit knife in front of her, Linda James’s face drained of all color, and she didn’t dare to utter another word.

“Are you still going to keep up with that, Mom?”

Naturally, Linda James was too terrified to do anything. She sat in the corner without saying a word.

“Mom, I’ll spare their lives on your account, but they still have to take responsibility for what they’ve done. Bruce Jones, beat them up so that they’ll be bedridden for at least half a year. Then, throw them back to Los Angeles.”

Bruce Jones nodded.

With that, the James family was dragged away.

Looking around the empty house, Linda James felt emotions swirling within her. However, she didn’t dare to make a sound since she now understood one thing.

She had treated her son-in-law like a piece of trash in the past. As long as he didn’t do as she said, she would scold him or even beat him up. But after that incident with Frida Cameron, she had backed down a little. But now that some time had passed, she seemed to have forgotten about that incident and was even trying to boss Finn Taylor around again.

Finn Taylor had been treating them kindly in the recent months, not because he had suddenly become magnanimous but because he didn’t want to show his murderous aura. However, that didn’t mean that he would allow himself to be bullied.

This was why Linda James had gradually gotten bolder.

Just thinking about it now stirred up some regret in her heart.

…

Diane Taylor had suffered injustice, and besides, she had already been fired. If they wanted to hire her again, someone had to take the blame.

Eventually, the family decided that Linda James would be the best person to do it.

Of course, she refused. “Why should I? This is my house, and I’m her employer. Why should I apologize to her?”

Yvette Larson glanced at her mom. “That’s fine. You’ll be in charge of all the household chores from now on then.”

As expected, she knew her mother best.

That touched a sore spot, and the latter’s face fell.

Linda James made a last attempt at convincing them. “But why am I the only one doing it? Shouldn’t you guys do some household chores too?”

“Mom, this is Number One Pacific Heights. Finn paid for this place, so he shouldn’t have to do the household chores after spending so much money. Besides, I’m the one paying for the thousands of dollars worth of management fees on this house. I shouldn’t need to do any chores either.”

Linda James turned to her husband—her last hope. “What about him? Why doesn’t your dad need to do any chores?”

Francis Larson replied to her indifferently, “The day we got married, you promised that I would never need to do a single household chore anymore.”

She had indeed said so. At that time, the James family was only an insignificant family in Los Angeles, while the Larson family was a second-tier family in San Francisco.

She thought that she would live happily ever after by marrying the Larson family’s eldest son, and that was why she made that promise. Who would’ve thought that this day would come?

“I…” Linda James stuttered. Left with no choice, she eventually said, “Alright. I’ll go and beg her to return, ok?”

Linda James was fuming, but there was nothing she could do. As such, she headed out to buy some fruits and milk before visiting Diane Taylor.

Finn Taylor had arranged for the latter to stay in a hotel not far from Pacific Heights.

Linda James knocked on the room door.

The moment the door opened, Linda James spotted the young girl’s reddened eyes and tear streaks on her face.

“W-what’s wrong, Diane? Hasn’t everything been resolved? Finn has already lectured me for a long time at home. What if he thinks that I bullied you?” Linda James felt her head throb. ‘If Finn Taylor were to witness this sight, he would definitely think that I bullied the young girl.’

“Auntie Linda, although we may have had misunderstandings, I know that you’re a good person. You’ve never scolded me or hit me. I’m only crying because of my own matters. Oh right, I have something to tell you. I’m going back to my hometown; I can’t stay in San Francisco anymore.” Diane Taylor then took 30 dollars out. “Mr. Taylor and Ms. Larson have been very good to me. I won’t be able to attend their baby’s birthday celebration, nor will I be able to come back to San Francisco again. Please take this money to them as a gift in advance.”

Linda James was stumped. ‘What does she mean by this? I’m here to bring you back with me, but you’re leaving San Francisco? Finn and Yvette will definitely think that I bullied you!’