MY SUPER SON IN LAW, VOLUME 3 - Season 4 Episode 73

Felicity was dead.

Lancelot felt a murderous aura rise up within Finn Taylor the moment the woman took her last breath—it felt as though he was a demon from hell.

“Ah!” A thunderous roar sounded in the Taylor family’s residence before a bloody scene followed.

Five minutes later, Jefferson Taylor laid lifelessly on the ground while his brother was on the brink of death.

As for Benjamin Taylor, he was still seated on the master’s chair. However, he was no longer as arrogant as before.

His hands and lips were trembling. ‘Finn Taylor… Isn’t he a piece of trash? Didn’t everyone say that he’s easily bullied? But why is he so strong? Why did he have to ask for Lancelot and Guinevere’s help if he was so strong?’

Benjamin Taylor was confused, but he didn’t have any time to think more about it because a fist punched right at his face at that very moment.

His entire chest caved in.

Bang!

Still full of indignation, Benjamin Taylor bent over and took his last breath.

Seeing his father dead, Julian Taylor—who was already dying—lost his will to live.

With that, all three men of that branch of the Taylor family were dead. From now on, Finn Taylor would head the family.

Yet, just at that very moment, he fainted too.

Finn Taylor was never as powerful as Lancelot or Guinevere. If he was, he wouldn’t have asked for their help.

Besides, he had been knocked out by the couple and had even thought that he would die from that blow. Yet, he had managed to defeat the Taylor brothers even though neither Lancelot nor Guinevere had been able to do so.

One of the reasons was that Felicity was dead.

She was an important woman to him. After all, she had been in his life ever since he was six.

Chicago was Finn Taylor’s hometown, and having influence in the city was crucial to him.

Considering how he had put Felicity in charge of the city, it was obvious that their relationship was different. But she was dead now, and it was Benjamin Taylor and his sons who had killed her.

That was the last straw that broke Finn Taylor.

Those men had to die, and that was what had led to this scene.

“Shut the doors,” ordered Lancelot and Guinevere.

Wendy Jensen was slightly stumped. ‘What do they want to do?’

“Didn’t you hear me? I asked you to shut the doors.”

Terrified of the couple, Wendy Jensen could only do as they said.

There were several men dead in the room, and Finn Taylor had fainted.

The couple didn’t dare to make their own decision. Thus, they chose to shut the doors and wait for Finn Taylor to wake.

“Where’s his room?”

Wendy Jensen remained silent.

“I asked you where his room is! He has fainted, and he needs some rest.”

Finally, Wendy Jensen said, “Follow me.”

Lancelot picked Finn Taylor up and followed Wendy Jensen.

When they arrived in front of Finn Taylor’s room, Lancelot nearly dropped the man to punch the latter’s mother.

It was a dilapidated and uninhabitable room—it wasn’t even fit for a human.

It was clearly a kennel!

No matter what, Finn Taylor was the eldest grandson of the Taylor family. Yet, he was living in such conditions.

Both Lancelot and Guinevere had doubted Finn Taylor in the beginning. ‘How could he be living in such poor conditions?’

Yet, they now realized that the other wasn’t lying. Perhaps Finn Taylor had even kept some of it to himself. He had probably faced much more injustice and had only told them part of it.

Thinking about it, Lancelot and Guinevere glared at Wendy Jensen. “Go and tidy up a room for him.”

“Huh? Me?” Wendy Jensen pointed at herself in disbelief. It seemed as though that was below her and that the request was an insult to her. However, she had no choice but to put down her pride when faced with the couple’s furious glares.

Even after placing Finn Taylor on the bed, the couple had no intention of leaving the room.

That bothered Wendy Jensen. ‘I’m his mother, but they’re treating me as though I don’t exist. To put it more accurately, they think of me as their enemy! Do they really think I’m going to do something to Finn? Do they think I’m going to kill him while he’s out cold?’

As for the couple that had initially held a grudge against Finn Taylor, they had undergone a 180-degree change. Now, they stood firmly by his side to protect him.

The world was a strange place indeed. How could this be happening?

“Let me ask you something. Since you hate Jacob Taylor so much, why did you agree to protect his son?” Wendy Jensen could no longer hold her curiosity in.

“In that case, I should kill you first.”

Wendy Jensen couldn’t pick out any flaw in that response. After all, Finn Taylor had still been young when his father dealt with the couple. This meant that he was innocent.

However, she had been married to Jacob Taylor and had to bear responsibility for what her husband had done.

“Well, my husband is already dead. Why don’t we let this matter go?”

Guinevere grabbed hold of the older woman’s neck. “And what if we refuse?”

Wendy Jensen had an awkward smile on her face. “D-don’t. I’m Finn Taylor’s mother, and we’ve already smoothed out our differences. Besides, I’m not like Jacob Taylor. I didn’t have a say in whatever he did at that time.”

Guinevere tightened her grip, and Wendy Jensen felt as though she was going to suffocate. “I’m begging you. Don’t kill me.”

Finally, Guinevere shoved the other away. ‘How lame. I’ve seen too many so-called rich ladies like her. They always act so high and mighty, but they are actually all cowards. Wendy Jensen is no different. She seems like the matriarch of the family on the surface, but she surrendered right away before I even did anything.’

It was enough that she had chosen to surrender, but Guinevere had even seen the older lady bending her knees earlier.

Guinevere was sure that the other woman would’ve gone down on her knees if she had given it more time.

Guinevere was disdainful. ‘I’ll never forgive Jacob Taylor in this lifetime, so I’m never going to accept an apology from Wendy Jensen. To be honest, I don’t feel much for Finn Taylor either. However, we have no choice but to protect him for Maximus Brugel’s sake.. If we ever meet the latter again, we’ll definitely ask to be released from this torture.’