The Untouchable Son-In-Law: The Master Peregrine

Chapter 332: Childhood Trauma

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Among everyone present, nobody understood Finn Taylor’s background more than Hunter Sullivan. As such, he had a clue as to why Finn Taylor had gotten this angry. ‘Perhaps that orphanage is like a refuge for him—somewhere he can feel the warmth he should’ve received in his childhood. However, you tried to tear that place down. You’re really unlucky to have touched Finn Taylor’s sore spot.’

“Yvette, we’re leaving.”

Raymond Anderson was still slightly reluctant to leave, but he didn’t dare to rebut the other.

As such, Yvette Larson felt a little lost. “I’ll try to convince him.”

Hunter Sullivan quickly waved her off. “Don’t—don’t do that. Yvette, don’t say a word about this to him.”

Although she didn’t understand why Hunter Sullivan said that, she nodded.

Hunter Sullivan then brought Raymond Anderson back to his house. Furious, he slapped Raymond Anderson in the face. “Did you lose your mind? Why did you have to do this? Look at what’s happening now!”

Raymond Anderson furiously slapped himself in the face too. “Mr. Sullivan, I really didn’t know that things would escalate to this point.”

“You didn’t know? I’m telling you that there’s much more that you don’t know. Finn Taylor wasn’t acting earlier. He’s really enraged, but I can’t tell you why. There’s only one way for you to survive now.”

Raymond Anderson thought that he was done for. He hadn’t expected Hunter Sullivan to tell him that there was still a way out.

Emotional, he hurriedly asked, “Please help me, Mr. Sullivan. What way is there?”

“Finn Taylor is angry because you wanted to demolish the orphanage. If you want to live, you better do a good job in improving the facilities there then. Remember not to try using any of your sly tricks. I’m not talking about just providing financial support but putting your heart into it. If you manage to win the hearts of the orphanage’s children, you might even rise up because of it.”

‘Rise up?’ Raymond Anderson was overwhelmed with emotions—he knew what that meant. Finn Taylor was Master Peregrine, the head of Peregrine Hall.

‘If I can work for Finn Taylor, my status will be completely different.’

“Go ahead then. What happens now will all depend on you.”

Raymond Anderson thanked the other for letting him in on all this. He knew he owed Hunter Sullivan a favor that he would have to return in the future.

…

Number One Pacific Heights.

Finn Taylor hadn’t come out of his room ever since entering.

At dinner time, Yvette Larson tried to call her husband out, but he didn’t respond.

After dinner, she carefully walked into the room with a plate of dinner, only to see that her spouse had already fallen asleep.

She quietly placed the plate down and sat by his side, observing him. ‘Finn has behaved so out of the ordinary today. He’s not one to get enraged so easily, but he was clearly angry today. There must be more to this.’

Her intuition told her that this had something to do with Finn Taylor and his family. But because he had never said anything about what he had experienced in his family, Yvette Larson didn’t know the details either.

After some time, Finn Taylor awoke and saw his spouse sitting next to him.

“You’re awake?”

“What’s the time?” Finn Taylor was slightly groggy.

“Half-past 11.”

Finn Taylor glanced out of the window.

The sky was dark.

He hadn’t expected himself to have slept for such a long time. He had dreamed of his grandpa—Brian Taylor—last night.

“Shall we go out to get something to eat?”

“Alright.”

The food that Yvette Larson had brought over earlier was now cold.

With that, the couple headed out and arrived at a snack bar.

Finn Taylor placed a snack on his significant other’s plate. “Aren’t you curious why I got angry today?”

“Slightly, but I won’t ask you if you’re not willing to say anything.”

“You’ve met my mother. She’s always been biased toward my younger brother since we were young. They all said that my younger brother was a saint and that I was a jinx. They all wanted me gone, so I grew up just like those children in the orphanage—with no love or warmth. And Raymond Anderson wanted to demolish the orphanage.”

His voice turned a little sharp. It sounded as though he was trying to protect himself because someone had probed his sore spot.

Yvette Larson hurried over, clutched his hand, and took him into her embrace. “Alright, you don’t have to say any more.”

Finn Taylor felt comforted by his wife’s hug. It was hard to walk out of childhood trauma.

A man and woman entered the bar just then, and they spotted him as well. They were the Taylor siblings.

“Finn Taylor, you’re here for supper too?” They sat themselves in front of Finn Taylor without any hesitation.

“Hey.” Melanie Taylor called for the server and ordered more.

“You won’t mind us sitting here, will you?”

“What if I do?” Finn Taylor didn’t want any interactions with these two siblings. There was no point in doing so, but so what if he said that he minded?

“It doesn’t matter; I’ve already ordered. What, we’re relatives anyway. Why would you mind?”

“Relatives?” Finn Taylor chuckled. ‘I have never met them before, and they are such distant relatives. What is the point of bringing our relationship into the picture?’

“She must be your wife—Yvette Larson. Rumor has it that she’s the most beautiful woman in San Francisco. Now that I’ve seen her in person, I think so too.”

Finn Taylor wrapped his arms around his wife. “She has nothing to do with you.”

Melanie Taylor started eating. “Why are you getting so worked up? It’s not like I’ll eat her up.”

“Let’s go.” Finn Taylor took his wife’s hand, wanting to leave.

“Why are you in such a hurry to leave? Have you guys sent Clarine Landon for a checkup?”

The couple was already leaving, but they stopped in their tracks. “What do you mean?”

“Nothing much. I’m just reminding you to bring her for one if you haven’t already.”

“Let’s go.” Finn Taylor didn’t delay any further and drove straight to the Landon family’s residence.

For some reason, Finn Taylor had an ominous feeling about this.. He could only hope that his relatives had only been trying to scare him.