MY SUPER SON IN LAW, VOLUME 3 - Season 4 Episode 71

As Felicity walked in, she completely ignored Wendy Jensen and turned straight to Finn Taylor. “Master Peregrine.”

“Oh, have you brought it here?”

The lady handed a piece of paper over.

“It’s in such a rural area.”

Curious, Wendy Jensen peered over. “What are you guys looking at?”

Felicity spun around and grabbed the other woman’s neck. “You better not look at it. You’re not on the same side as Master Peregrine. Be careful; I might just kill you.”

Wendy Jensen was incensed and roared back, “How dare you! We’re mother and son, and you’re just a servant! How dare you speak to me like that?”

“Mother and son? Servant? Hehe, I was the one who stayed by your son’s side when you abandoned him, but you’re now saying that you’re his mother?”

“You…” Wendy Jensen was fuming, yet there was nothing she could say.

“Alright, get ready. We’ll leave in three days’ time.” Finn Taylor then started packing his belongings.

His mother was extremely curious about the situation, but it was clear that neither of the two was going to let her in on anything.

She felt a sour twinge in her heart. ‘He’s my son—my biological son. Why are we so distant? Besides, hasn’t our relationship already improved compared to the past?’

“Stay here and don’t even think of going back to the Taylor family’s residence in these three days,” Finn Taylor instructed his mother.

“Why?”

“I’m just afraid that you’ll tell those three people about what’s going on here.”

“What are you saying? I’m your mother. Do you not trust me?”

“You’re right. I don’t trust you.”

Wendy Jensen nearly vomited blood, but her son was right.

The next three days were like hell on earth for her. It felt no different from being imprisoned, yet her son couldn’t care less about her.

Three days later, her son informed her that he was going to leave with Felicity while she had to stay.

This infuriated Wendy Jensen.

Over the past three days, her son had at least been around in the house with her. But now that they were all leaving, she was going to be bored to death.

Paying no heed to her tantrum, Finn Taylor left for the woods outside Chicago with Felicity.

It was a deserted and uninhabited area that was full of flora and fauna.

Because Finn Taylor had an acute sense of hearing, he could even hear the howls of wolves. Yet, they still trudged on into the depths of the woods.

As they made their way through the dense foliage according to the map, they finally spotted a small, wooden hut.

In front of the hut were a man and a woman. They were dressed like aboriginals, completely different from people from modern society.

Finn Taylor and Felicity approached the pair. “Hello, may we ask if you’re the legendary knights we’ve heard about?”

“Scram!” the man replied curtly.

“I’m Master Peregrine. I’d like to ask Lancelot and Guinevere for some help.”

The latter two had once been part of Peregrine Hall but seemed to have left after a huge tussle. At that time, Peregrine Hall had held it against them and tried to go against them in every way possible. That was why the pair had been unable to survive in modern society and had moved into the depths of the woods.

Naturally, they flared up upon hearing that Master Peregrine was here to look for them.

“Brat, I advise you to leave right now. I haven’t killed you because I’m in a good mood today. Otherwise, you’d already be a corpse on the ground,” said the lady.

Finn Taylor hadn’t expected the lady to be as brutal and straightforward as the man. “I think there’s been some kind of misunderstanding between us.”

“There’s no misunderstanding at all. Scram!” Lancelot roared.

“Jacob Taylor must’ve been the one who went against the two of you, right?”

“What, are you not related to him?” Guinevere sneered.

“I am. I’m his son.”

The lady then replied, “Scram then!”

“Don’t be in such a hurry to chase me away. I’ve been abandoned by the Taylor family. Jacob Taylor tried all ways to kill me, and I only survived and became the next Master Peregrine out of pure luck. Just like you, I have a grudge against Jacob Taylor.”

Guinevere was stunned. “You hold a grudge against Jacob Taylor?”

“Yes. Not only him but also Frida Cameron.”

“What’s your name?”

“T-Timothy Taylor,” Finn Taylor answered.

Silence!

Both Lancelot and Guinevere were in a daze. “You’re Timothy Taylor? Didn’t they say that you were already dead?”

“Of course, they can’t wait for me to die. Unfortunately, I’m still alive and kicking.”

Now that he had said so, the pair understood that Finn Taylor wasn’t trying to go against them. On the contrary, they had a common enemy—Jacob Taylor.

“I’m here today to ask a favor of the two of you.”

Lancelot laughed. “Brat, we would’ve killed you if not for the fact that you’re just like us and bear a grudge against Jacob Taylor. However, you’re still his son. We won’t leave you—you better leave.”

Finn Taylor understood the other’s temper and knew that the latter probably wouldn’t leave without a fight. As such, he charged forward.

Lancelot merely chuckled and lifted up his fist.

Bang!

With only one blow, Finn Taylor fell onto the ground, unconscious.

Witnessing that, Felicity rushed up too.

But just then, Guinevere stepped forward and rendered her unconscious too.

“Sigh, they can’t even take a blow. Why are they here? We have to drag them out now.” Lancelot clapped helplessly.

“Don’t be in such a hurry to chase them away. You were once part of Peregrine Hall too. Aren’t you going to invite him for a cup of tea at the very least?” A deep voice thundered over them from all around.

Lancelot had never felt such fear in his life.

“I’m here!”

Lancelot looked in the direction of the voice, realizing that a man was standing on the roof of the hut. “Maximus Brugel.”

“Lancelot, Guinevere, long time no see.”

“What are you up to, Maximus Brugel?”

“Nothing much. I just want to invite you guys out of this place.”

“Out of this place?”

“Yes, on his behalf.”

“F*ck!” Lancelot couldn’t help but curse. “You’re thousands of times stronger than me. Why don’t you help him instead of asking for our help?”

“I have more important things to deal with. He needs someone to protect him, and you two seem like a good choice.”

“What can you do to me if we decide not to go?”

Thud!

Maximus Brugel jumped down from the rooftop, and the wooden hut quaked.. “You’re free to refuse my request as long as you manage to win this match against me.”