MY SUPER SON IN LAW, VOLUME 2 - Season 3 Episode 50

Yvette Larson had naturally seen all of their expressions, and she was fuming inwardly. ‘I’ve treated all of them so well. Don’t they feel ashamed for doing this now?’

But as an adult, Yvette Larson understood them too. In reality, there was no right or wrong, only benefits.

As such, she wasn’t going to stop them. “You are free to make your own choice—leave if you want to. I won’t say a thing, but I’m going to make myself clear. If it doesn’t work out there, don’t even think of coming back to me.”

Nobody had expected Yvette Larson to agree to them leaving.

An employee stood forward. “Ms. Larson, I’m sorry. We’re only workers, and we need to feed our family. I’ll always remember your kindness. I’ll forgo my last month of salary. Please don’t hold it against me, Ms. Larson.”

With that, he walked toward Quince Larson.

Another then followed.

And another.

Very quickly, 90 out of the 95 Larson Corporation employees had left.

The five remaining employees had always been on Yvette Larson’s side, so there was no way they’d survive in Quince Larson’s company. Even if they were to join him, they’d surely be blacklisted.

Looking at the empty space next to her, Yvette Larson smiled bitterly. ‘Such is reality.’

“Yvette Larson, oh Yvette Larson. It seems like I won’t have to do much this time. You’re done for. I’ll be waiting for your husband to beg me for mercy on his knees in three days’ time.” Kevin Jones burst out into laughter.

He had never expected Quince Larson’s appearance to be of such great help to him this time, yet he couldn’t help but respect Yvette Larson for her resolution.

Of course, Quince Larson was nothing more than scum to him. He looked down on the latter.

Now that his family was facing a crisis, he wasn’t even trying to help the family. Instead, he’d tried to split the family apart.

There was no way he’d work with someone like that. After all, a collaboration with someone like this would definitely backfire.

As the old men left, the storm slowly dissipated.

Quince Larson stood indifferently before his grandpa before leaving as well.

Just like that, Joseph Larson’s funeral was over.

…

Quince Larson, Eleanor Larson, and the rest of the Larson family were gathered at Quince Larson’s house.

“Quince, do you really have ten billion?” Although they had chosen to follow him, they couldn’t help but be filled with doubt as to whether he truly had that sum of money. As such, they couldn’t wait to clarify their doubts.

Quince Larson had already expected them to be suspicious of him. The only way to quell all suspicions was by having solid evidence—that meant showing them exactly how much he had in his bank account.

Everyone stared intently at the string of numbers—10 million, 100 million, 1 billion… 10 billion!

Shock!

Complete shock!

This caused everyone’s doubts to dissipate, yet they were dumbfounded. ‘That’s ten billion dollars we’re talking about! This is much more than the Larson family ever had. With this, crushing Yvette Larson will be as easy as snapping our fingers. It’s indeed an intelligent choice to follow Quince Larson.’

“Quince, you’ve never disappointed us.”

“That’s right. I knew Quince could do it.”

“When Grandpa asked me who was most suitable to be the next family head, you were the first one to come to mind, Quince. Only you will be able to bring us to greater heights.”

“That’s right. Look at Yvette Larson—she married a matrilocal son-in-law and humiliated our family. Her resignation landed our family in this state, and it’s because of her that so many families are against us now.”

“Her family is the jinx of the Larson family.”

“I suggest that we don’t allow her to place ashes with the rest of the Larson family when she dies.” Someone was stirring up trouble yet again.

“Yes, I agree.”

“Franklin, write a petition. We’ll sign it.”

One by one, they all started to target Yvette Larson.

This naturally pleased Quince Larson. The more they went against Yvette Larson, the more elated he became.

The fight over the position of family head had never ended. In fact, it had just begun.

‘Now that I have ten billion dollars, I’ll get back everything that should’ve been mine to begin with. This petition will be a declaration of war against my cousin.’

…

As they returned to Number One Pacific Heights, Linda James was in a frenzy. “Yvette, are you sure you can handle so many families going against the Larson family? Those people from the Larson family are so shameless! They know exactly what Quince Larson is like, yet they chose to join him! Yvette, what did Finn say? Why didn’t he kill Quince Larson?”

Linda James seemed to have strong opinions toward how Quince Larson was still alive.

“Mom, Finn must have his reasons.” Although Linda James didn’t understand the situation, Yvette Larson did.

Finn Taylor was injured. Otherwise, Quince Larson would’ve died a long time ago.

“What reasons could he possibly have? Isn’t he brilliant? Quince Larson has been bullying us for years. Couldn’t he do anything to get at him for us?” Linda James was an elder to Quince Larson, yet the latter had never been polite toward her. This naturally irked Linda James, who cared most about appearances.

Now, Finn Taylor had wasted such a good opportunity. It was only obvious that she would be annoyed.

Yvette Larson didn’t try to explain anything to her mom and instead headed back to her room to check on her husband.

Once his daughter left, Francis Larson spoke up. “Don’t interfere in this. Don’t you know how powerful Finn Taylor is? He obviously has his own reasons for doing so, so don’t put him on the spot for the sake of your own dignity.”

Francis Larson was a man of few words, but his words were always meaningful.

As for Linda James, she wasn’t one who would be convinced by words alone. “Why not? I’m his mom, so can’t I lecture him?”

“But you have to watch your words. Don’t put Yvette on the spot just because you want to lecture Finn.”

“But you saw what happened today too. Finn Taylor made all of the Larson family members betray us at the funeral. Don’t you think that was humiliating?” To put it bluntly, all Linda James cared about was that she had been embarrassed.

“I’m not going to waste my breath on you. You’re too unreasonable.”

“Unreasonable? Did you call me unreasonable? Do you think I’m doing this for myself? I’m doing this for our family.”

Francis Larson couldn’t be bothered to rebuke her.. ‘I expected too much from my wife.’
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