The Untouchable Son-In-Law: The Master Peregrine Novel - Chapter 182
Chapter 182: Who’s the Father?
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“Quince Larson, didn’t you say that nothing would go wrong?”
“Look at the state we’re in now. What are you going to do about this?”
The Larson family was like an ancient tree with many branches. If the Larson family were to declare bankruptcy, every branch on this tree would fall along with it.
As Larson family head, Quince Larson held absolute power. But great power came with great responsibility.
Everyone was now waiting for Quince Larson to make a decision.
The latter had never expected to be faced with such a huge problem from just Yvette Larson’s resignation. ‘This won’t do. I can’t let the Larson family fall.’
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Just then, someone made a suggestion. “Quince Larson, since you were the cause of all this, you should solve it. I don’t care how you do it, but you have to bring Yvette Larson back. Otherwise, you’d better forget about being the family head. I’m going to leave the Larson family, and you can do whatever you want then.”
Others quickly nodded in agreement.
Quince Larson was truly in a panic now. ‘What’s the point in being family head if all family members leave the family?’
Left with no other choice, Quince Larson could only promise them that he would visit Number One Pacific Heights to invite his cousin back.
Because Quince Larson didn’t live in the Pacific Heights neighborhood, there was no way for him to enter. Upon reaching Pacific Heights, he could only wait at the foot of the hill.
At that very moment, Finn Taylor was looking at his wife up in Number One Pacific Heights. “Yvette, there are some things you don’t have to fight for but should have; otherwise, others may think that you’re easily bullied. They won’t be grateful to you. In fact, they’ll probably try to take advantage of you.”
Yvette Larson looked at her husband, not understanding why he was suddenly saying such profound words. “What do you want to tell me?”
“What I’m saying is that you’re a Larson. You’re not being bullied because you’re a girl; rather, it’s because you don’t have a status. Think about it. If you were the Larson family head, how would the rest of them treat you?”
Yvette Larson shut her eyes, contemplating that question carefully.
Very quickly, the image of the entire Larson family bowing respectfully to her appeared in her mind. Although this wasn’t what Yvette Larson truly wanted, she’d be delighted if it turned into reality.
After all, who didn’t want to be respected by others?
But Yvette Larson still didn’t understand why her husband would say such things out of the blue. ‘I’m not even the Larson Corporation’s CEO now, let alone the Larson family head. There’s no way that would happen!’
…
At the foot of Pacific Heights.
Quince Larson and Eleanor Larson had been waiting here for at least half an hour. Suddenly, the latter fell onto the ground with beads of sweat dripping down her forehead.
“What’s wrong with you, Eleanor?” Quince Larson was scared stiff. ‘What’s happening?’
“Take me to the hospital.” That was all Eleanor Larson said before she lost consciousness.
“Nothing will happen, right?” Quince Larson was terrified, but he didn’t dare to dwell on it. He quickly picked his cousin up and drove to St. Cloud Hospital.
At the hospital, the doctor conducted a thorough examination on Eleanor Larson.
The result dumbfounded Quince Larson—pregnant!
That’s right! Eleanor Larson was pregnant!
An unwed young lady had gotten pregnant! Although society had gotten much more open-minded these days, the Larson family was still traditional and conservative.
If their grandpa were to find out about it, Eleanor Larson might be beaten to death. Thankfully, Quince Larson was the current family head.
But no matter who the family head was, this wasn’t a trivial matter.
Quince Larson looked at his cousin—who had just woken up—and asked, “Who’s the father?”
Eleanor Larson didn’t reply to him and simply burst into tears.
Because of her silence, Quince Larson could sort of guess the answer. He clenched his fist and swung it through the air. “Sigh, will we always be bullied by the rich? Hunter Sullivan is trying to make us go bankrupt, while Alexander Scott has destroyed your reputation and even got you pregnant!”
…
Finn Taylor had arranged for everything that had happened to the Larson Corporation. Thus, he naturally knew about Quince Larson and Eleanor Larson arriving at Pacific Heights to apologize.
That was also why he knew about Quince Larson sending his cousin to the hospital. Similarly, Finn Taylor had received news of Eleanor Larson’s pregnancy.
When he received that piece of news, he, too, was stunned. ‘Why have things turned out this way? Given how she has humiliated my wife and me countless times in the past, it’s time to teach her a lesson. But if she’s pregnant with Alexander Scott’s child, things will be difficult to handle.’
Alexander Scott’s villa on Pacific Heights.
Finn Taylor sat at the head of the table while the four guardians stood by the side, not daring to take so much as a deep breath.
Alexander Scott was kneeling down on the ground.
“Alexander Scott, I need an explanation from you.”
The man in question was in a daze too. ‘An explanation? What am I supposed to say? To ruin Eleanor Larson’s reputation, I did indeed sleep with her. But I can swear to the heavens that I took all necessary precautions. Even so, I couldn’t be sure that I wouldn’t get her pregnant.’
Even Alexander Scott himself didn’t know if the baby in Eleanor Larson’s stomach was his.
Seeing that he remained silent, Finn Taylor raged. “Alexander Scott, do you know that my plans will be ruined if that child really is yours?”
Finn Taylor was a vicious man but only to his enemies. He’d never harm the innocent, much less an unborn child.
That child could even be Alexander Scott’s! If this child was ever born, Finn Taylor could never do anything to Eleanor Larson, and that would ruin all of his plans.
Alexander Scott slapped himself viciously. “I’m not human—it’s all my fault.”
Finn Taylor waved him off. “Forget it; stop hitting yourself. I’m to be blamed too since I was the one who asked you to do that. I have an important mission for you now: Find a way to conduct a DNA test and see if that child is really yours.”
Alexander Scott wanted to know that too. ‘Is that really my child? If it is, I don’t know how I’m supposed to face that woman anymore.’
