The Untouchable Son-In-Law: The Master Peregrine - Chapter 293

Chapter 293: Apology

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“That? You called me ‘that?’ What a good name! Your parents taught you well! Is that how the Larson family raised their daughter?” Wendy Jensen turned to her in-laws, chiding them for their daughter’s upbringing.

“You can scold me, but don’t bring my parents into the picture.”

“Alright, let’s talk about how you addressed me then. What am I to you? ‘That?’” Wendy Jensen cornered her daughter-in-law, so much so that the latter struggled to breathe.

“Mom…” Eventually, Yvette Larson could no longer take the pressure and uttered a single word.

“You sound very aggrieved. What, do you not consider me to be your mom?”

Yvette Larson was on the verge of tears, not knowing how to respond.

“Megan, did your master teach you how to treat your elders?”

The young girl immediately gave a deep bow. “Mom!”

“Good.” Wendy Jensen picked Megan Daimler’s hand up in satisfaction and led her toward the room.

After they left, Yvette Larson rushed into her husband’s embrace in tears.

The latter took hold of her hands, and he was now starting to regret his decision to bring his mother home. Yet, it would be hard to send her away.

At dinnertime, Wendy Jensen dragged Megan Daimler to sit at the head of the table, rendering Finn Taylor speechless. “Do you think it’s appropriate for her to sit there?”

‘It’s the head of the table we’re talking about. Others might misunderstand and think her to be my wife!’

“It’s just a meal. Why do you have so many rules? If that’s the case, you guys can go ahead. We’ll eat in the kitchen.” Wendy Jensen stood up with that, leading Megan Daimler to the kitchen.

Seeing this, Yvette Larson immediately tried to persuade her mother-in-law. “Mom, you’re the head of the family. You can sit wherever you want; you don’t have to care about what he says.”

Although unwilling and reluctant, Yvette Larson still dragged her mother-in-law back to the table.

Neither Linda James nor Francis Larson dared to say a word.

Wendy Jensen suddenly asked, “Whose name is this house under?”

Slightly embarrassed, Yvette Larson answered, “It’s under my name, Mom.”

“You’re the daughter-in-law of the Taylor family. It’s only right that we give you a property.”

Both Yvette Larson and her mom thought that Wendy Jensen meant to take the house back from them, but that wasn’t the case.

“Finn, it seems like you’re doing well now. When are you going to buy your mom a house like this? Don’t forget about me just because you have a wife now.”

Finn Taylor immediately slammed his fork down on the table. “Stop talking while eating.”

“Are you lecturing me, Finn Taylor?”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m doing as the head of the Taylor family.”

“If you’re that impressive, why didn’t you chase those three people out of the Taylor family? Why did you bring me here?”

“You can go back now. Do you think I can’t tell that they’re just threatening me? I know they won’t kill you.”

Finn Taylor was no fool. It was obvious Benjamin Taylor would never dare to kill his mother.

Wendy Jensen had done too much in Peregrine Hall, and they’d lose too much without her. If they were to kill her, they’d probably die miserable deaths too.

In this way, the meal proceeded under this stiff atmosphere.

And this was only the beginning.

The next day.

Wendy Jensen looked at her daughter-in-law. “Can you cook?”

“I know the basics.”

“What do you mean? You can’t just enjoy everything without doing anything after marrying into the Taylor family. How many meals have you made since marrying into the family? Ask your husband. It’s only right for you to take care of your in-laws. Hurry up and get some groceries; I want you to cook today.”

Finn Taylor couldn’t deny that his mother had spoken the truth. It was true that he had been the one cooking ever since they got married, but he had done so willingly.

He couldn’t request that of his wife.

“We have a caretaker.” Finn Taylor said only one sentence, but his mother quickly retorted.

“I know we have a caretaker, but she isn’t your wife. Her food doesn’t taste like something that is cooked by my daughter-in-law. I’m just asking your wife to cook for me. What’s wrong with that?”

Seeing that the mother and son were about to break into another argument, Yvette Larson quickly stepped in. “Don’t say anything, Finn. Let’s go get the groceries.”

She then dragged her spouse out of the house.

Only after leaving Pacific Heights did she finally let out a deep breath.

It had been too oppressive at home for the past two days. It seemed like she couldn’t even breathe without getting lectured.

“I shouldn’t have brought her here.” Finn Taylor’s gaze was dark, and he was pondering how to send his mother back.

But his wife shook her head. “I would’ve needed to face this eventually. I’ll just take it as training.”

Finn Taylor stroked his wife’s head. “I’m sorry for making you go through this.”

“What is this compared to what you went through over the past three years?” The more she interacted with her husband, the more she realized just how extraordinary he was. Yet, he had chosen to endure three whole years of humiliation for her sake.

Thinking about that, Yvette Larson swore to make this meal right. Otherwise, she’d embarrass him and convince his mom that he had married the wrong woman.

As they arrived at the supermarket, Finn Taylor picked up a vegetable and asked his wife, “What is this?”

“This? A vegetable?”

“Hahaha. What about this?”

“A vegetable too.”

“What is this then? Is this a vegetable too?” Finn Taylor was about to die from laughter. He had just realized how clueless his wife was about groceries.

He had picked up cabbage, lettuce, and cauliflower, yet the answers he got from Yvette Larson were the same—they were simply vegetables.

“Am I wrong?”

“No, you’re right. But this is cabbage, this is lettuce, and this is cauliflower.” Finn Taylor simply pointed the different vegetables out to his wife.

“You’re a woman, but you can’t even differentiate between vegetables. You’re no different from a fool,” commented a foolish man beside them.

‘I don’t care how you treat your wife, but who are you to speak ill of mine?’ Finn Taylor immediately shielded his wife behind him. “I dare you to say that again.”

That man backed off, a little stunned.

Of course, Finn Taylor wasn’t going to let him off so easily. He casually picked up a tomato, throwing it at the other.

As the latter backed away, he slipped on the tomato and fell to the ground with a loud thud.

“Apologize.” Finn Taylor pointed at that man, demanding an apology for his wife.

“Why should I apologize? I’m just stating facts.”