MY SUPER SON IN LAW - Season 2 Episode 96

“Finn Taylor, come on in. Let me introduce you to my boyfriend. His name is Nathan, and he runs his own company. He isn’t very impressive and only earns about half a million a year. Of course, you still can’t compare to Nathan. You must work hard because you can’t possibly remain a useless matrilocal son-in-law and let Yvette support you for the rest of your life.”

Finn Taylor had already known that he’d be subjected to such awful words if he were to show up at the James family’s residence. However, he had never thought that it’d come so quickly.

But half a million was nothing but spare change to him. As such, he merely acknowledged her coldly.

Seeing Finn Taylor’s indifference and no jealousy on her cousin’s face, Karine James was annoyed. Thus, she pouted.. “Yvette, aren’t you jealous of my life at all?”

Yvette Larson didn’t know whether to laugh or flare up. “Why should I be jealous of your life?”

“I live such a comfortable and luxurious lifestyle, and my boyfriend earns half a million a year. Don’t you think you should be jealous of all that?”

Karine James thought that she had found something she could brag about, yet Linda James cut in. “But half a million a year won’t buy you a multi-million-dollar mansion.”

Karine James was on the verge of exploding. ‘I’ve found myself such an outstanding boyfriend. Shouldn’t Yvette Larson’s family look at me in awe and envy? Why are they behaving like this?’

“Auntie, do you really think that you’re living in a multi-million-dollar mansion? Stop lying!”

“Oh.” Afraid that Karine James would borrow money from her too, she quickly kept quiet.

But keeping quiet made Karine James rage even more. ‘What kind of people are they? Are they really not embarrassed from having a useless matrilocal son-in-law? Do they have no shame at all?’

Karine James returned to her room and flung her pillow on the ground in anger.

“Why should you get angry? They said that on purpose to make you upset. You fell for their tricks.” Nathan Yeats picked up the pillow and comforted his girlfriend.

‘That makes sense.’

That afternoon, Karine James received a call saying that her father and her mother—Henry James and Serene Edwards—were back. They had bought bags and bags of things and wanted their daughter to pick them up.

After hanging up, she quickly announced that Nathan Yeats was going to pick her parents up. She didn’t waste a chance to start bragging once more. “Yvette, we’re going to the train station to pick my parents up. Do you want to come along? It’s a Bentley, and I guess you’ve never sat in one.”

Yvette Larson wasn’t Karine James and wouldn’t do something just for the sake of looking good. Since it was true she had never been in a Bentley, she very simply replied, “No, I haven’t.”

Because of that reply, Karine James felt as though she had achieved victory and was on cloud nine. “I knew it. You definitely haven’t sat in a luxury car before. After all, there’s no way you’d have the chance for that after getting married to a piece of trash like Finn Taylor.”

Yvette Larson was speechless. “But I’ve driven my own car here.”

“Your car? What kind of car could your family possibly own?”

No sooner had Karine James finished her sentence than Yvette Larson took out her car key.

The logo was obviously BMW’s.

Karine James felt as though she had been slapped in the face. ‘But how can that be? I know of their family’s conditions, so how could they possibly afford a BMW?’

But after thinking about how she had rented a Bentley, she was sure that the other had rented their car too. “Yvette Larson, that’s so lame! It’s not like we don’t have a car to pick you up. Are you trying to make me look bad by renting a BMW to drive here?”

‘Renting?’ Yvette Larson wondered what went through her cousin’s mind. ‘Why would she suddenly think of that?’

“No, this is our family’s car.”

“Forget it. Do you really think that I don’t know about your family’s financial situation? Forget it. I’m going to pick my parents up.” Karine James had intended on bringing her cousin along, but she now gave up on that idea.

The latter was perfectly fine with that. She didn’t even want to go anyway.

Not long after, Karine James returned with her parents.

Their daughter had told them all about how Yvette Larson’s family had rented a BMW for the sake of looking good. As such, Henry James started saying, “Yvette, I’m not trying to scold you, but you’re too insensible. Coming to our house is like coming home. If you need a ride, you could’ve just let us know. Nathan would’ve driven the Bentley to fetch you guys, so why did you have to rent a BMW?”

“You could’ve saved that money to buy your mom some make-up products. Look, your mom is only a year older than your auntie, but she looks so haggard. Your auntie has such a good life, and Nathan always sends your auntie make-up products from time to time. That’s how she maintained her beauty. Sigh, but I guess your family has no choice either. After all, you’re married to a piece of trash. We all know just how useless he is. It’s been hard on all of you.”

Like father, like daughter.

Karine James boasted non-stop, and her father was naturally no better. His sense of superiority was evident in every sentence.

“Actually, Finn Taylor is quite good. Our family is doing quite well, Uncle.”

“You silly child, there’s no need to hide anything from me. I know full well what kind of person Finn Taylor is.”

Yvette Larson hated her cousin’s family looking down on her husband, so she tried to speak up for him. But Henry James was so sure that Finn Taylor was nothing but a piece of trash.

“Dad, did you know that Auntie even said that they live in a multi-million-dollar mansion?” Disdain was evident in Karine James’s eyes as she said that.

Henry James’s face darkened immediately. “Linda, how old are you? Why are you still lying like a kid? A multi-million-dollar mansion? Given your family’s situation, it’d be difficult to even buy a second-hand property. But our family is different. Nathan earns so much a year, so I’m sure he’ll buy us a villa when the time comes.”

Linda James was never one to be trifled with. The moment she heard her brother say that, she flared up. “What do you mean, Henry James? Why do you make it sound as though our family is worse off than yours? Come, let me show you my house!”
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