The Untouchable Son-In-Law: The Master Peregrine

Panda Novel

Jacob Taylor was the previous head of Peregrine Hall—the previous Master Peregrine. That is, Finn Taylor’s father.

As Finn Taylor got drunk with Francis Larson, he couldn’t help but think of the man he called his father.

…

Chicago, the Taylor family.

Wendy Jensen was kneeling on the ground. In front of her was an old lady on the matriarch’s chair.

The old lady exuded a formidable aura. She was none other than Finn Taylor’s grandma—Frida Cameron.

“That person has been away from our family for three years, right?” Frida Cameron’s words broke Wendy Jensen’s heart.

She knew that the former was speaking of Finn Taylor.

The old lady was extremely biased. While they were both her grandsons, there was a huge difference between the way she treated Finn Taylor and Donovan Taylor.

It was so different that Finn Taylor didn’t even deserve to be called by his name in this house.

The old lady simply addressed him as ‘that person.’

In reality, Wendy Jensen was nowhere near as biased as Finn Taylor made her out to be. However, she had no other choice. She didn’t have much of a say in this family either.

“It’s been more than three years.”

“Oh, you were the one who promised me that he’d make a name for himself within three years. But look at what he’s become now. The whole of San Francisco calls him a piece of trash.” The old lady had never liked Finn Taylor and preferred his brother, Donovan Taylor.

But Finn Taylor was the elder brother. Based on the rules of inheritance, Peregrine Hall would end up in Finn Taylor’s hands.

This was why she had always been finding ways to deal with Finn Taylor.

It had been her idea to chase Finn Taylor out of Chicago by marrying him into the Larson family. She had thought that the title of Master Peregrine would naturally belong to Donovan Taylor in that situation.

What she had never expected was for her son—Jacob Taylor—to pass on and Donovan Taylor to go missing in the short span of three years.

Ultimately, the old lady’s plans had fallen through, and the title of Master Peregrine had still ended up in Finn Taylor’s hands.

However, she was still adamant and believed that Finn Taylor wasn’t fit to be Master Peregrine.

“Did you tell him everything when you were in San Francisco last time?”

Hearing that question, Wendy Jensen felt her heart skip a beat. This was because she had only done half of what the old lady had instructed her to do.

The old lady had instructed her to go to San Francisco and let Finn Taylor know that he was Master Peregrine, but she had one condition: He had to change his name to Donovan Taylor and pretend that Donovan Taylor had become Master Peregrine.

Once Donovan Taylor was back, Finn Taylor would naturally have to hand over the title of Master Peregrine to his younger brother.

However, Wendy Jensen had simply told her son that he was now Master Peregrine. She hadn’t said anything about him needing to act as Donovan Taylor.

“What, did you not follow my instructions?” Frida Cameron was an acute woman. From just Wendy Jensen’s expression, she had managed to guess what had happened. “I’ll give you one last week to explain it to that person. If he wants to live, he’d better live as Donovan. If you don’t clear the air within this week, I’ll get someone to kidnap him.”

The old lady’s commands were no different from an emperor’s edict.

Tears flowed down Wendy Jensen’s eyes. ‘They are both my children, and I’ve always been fair toward both of them. But I’m helpless sometimes, and this makes me seem biased too.’

But today, the old lady was insistent on stripping Finn Taylor of his own identity. Wendy Jensen couldn’t help but feel sorry for her son.

…

Finn Taylor—who was miles away in San Francisco—knew nothing about this.

Perhaps, Yvette Larson had started doubting whether her husband had indeed cheated on her and had started talking to him again. “We’ve run into some problems with Grandpa’s ward.”

“What happened?” Finn Taylor remembered that he had arranged for the best ward in the hospital for the Old Master.

The Larson family cared a lot about their reputation, and it was only normal for them to do this.

“The doctor called yesterday, saying that an important figure from Chicago is coming and has reserved that ward. They need Grandpa to move out.”

Finn Taylor frowned. ‘That’s ridiculous. You can give any other ward to that person once others are discharged. But now that he’s still hospitalized, how can you just chase him out?’

“Everyone will be at the hospital later in the afternoon.”

Finn Taylor nodded. “Alright, I’ll follow you there.”

That afternoon, Finn Taylor accompanied his wife to the hospital.

As expected, all of the Larson family members were unwelcoming to the former. However, nobody dared to say a word because of Yvette Larson’s condition.

“Quince Larson, what are we going to do about Grandpa’s ward?” Since Quince Larson was now the temporary family head, he had the responsibility to lead the family. Now, he had to deal with whatever problems the family faced.

“Wait here. I’ll go talk to the director.” Quince Larson was helpless too. In fact, he really didn’t want to meddle in this matter.

In fact, he even hoped that his grandpa would die as soon as possible. Only then would he have a firm hold on the position of family head.

Besides, he’d be able to make Finn Taylor take the blame for him forever. ‘If Grandpa wakes up from his coma, I will be done for.’

Yet, he had no other choice. As the temporary family head, he had to do something.

After Quince Larson headed to the director’s office, Finn Taylor told his wife that he was going to the washroom and left as well.

Quince Larson knocked on the door of the director’s office before entering.

As soon as he walked in, he presented the director with a name card. “Hello, Director. I’m Quince Larson. I’m the chairman of Larson Corporation and the head of San Francisco’s Larson family. My grandpa—Joseph Larson—is currently being warded in your hospital.”

The director didn’t even spare the name card a glance. “It’s good that you’re here. I was just about to look for you. Your grandpa’s ward has been given to someone else. You guys have to move out.”

Quince Larson put on a fake smile. “Director, don’t do that. My grandpa is already there, and we shouldn’t move him out so suddenly. I’m quite a well-known figure in San Francisco, so why don’t you let him stay on my account? You can let me know if you need any help in the future.”

‘The whole Larson family knows that I’m here. It’d be humiliating if I can’t settle this.’ Quince Larson had no choice but to try to convince the director.

Yet, the director merely sneered. “Who are you? Do you think the Larson family is so impressive? Your family was nothing more than a joke at the Gold family’s banquet. Besides, you were the one who kneeled down, weren’t you? Don’t think that I don’t know who you are. Get out now!”

Quince Larson had been exposed, and he couldn’t help but feel humiliated.

Just then, Finn Taylor walked in. “Director, what’s going on? Why are you so worked up?”

Seeing that it was Finn Taylor, Quince Larson flared up. “What are you doing here?”