Joseph Larson was going to move their ancestral shrine into Number One Pacific Heights.

Both Finn Taylor and Yvette Larson were rendered speechless. 'We've never once seen this happen in our entire lives. His grandchild has just bought a new house, and as a grandpa, he's going to move the ancestral shrine to his grandchild's house? How disgusting!'

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"Grandpa, don't you think that you should discuss this with us first?" Yvette Larson couldn't hold it in any longer and expressed her dissatisfaction.

However, her rebuttal caused a stir amongst the Larson family.

Quince Larson was the first to speak up. "Yvette, what do you mean? Are you saying that you're going to go against Grandpa?"

Eleanor Larson's face was filled with fear and confusion. "You're refusing? Yvette, don't tell us that you're disowning your ancestors just because you're rich now."

Frederick Larson and Franklin Larson butted in as well. "I say, Brother. You'd better say something. This is your house. If you don't want to acknowledge your ancestors, you'd better leave the Larson family."

"That's right; you should leave. Anyway, your family is so rich that you can buy Number One Pacific Heights. Your ancestors shouldn't mean anything to your family anyway."

Going against her ancestors—that was the picture the entire Larson family was trying to paint of Yvette Larson.

They wanted everyone to know that Yvette Larson's family were people who went against their ancestors.

Hilary Stone sneered. "Ancestors? In my opinion, it's true that they won't have much feelings for them since there are so many generations between them anyway. But the late Old Master Hugo Larson is different. Finn Taylor, Hugo Larson was the one who introduced you and Yvette to each other. It's only because of him that you were able to marry into the Larson family. Don't you think that you should save the late Old Master in your spot now that you've gotten a new house?"

Whoosh!

Everyone's eyes were glued to Finn Taylor.

Finn Taylor clenched his fist, his blood boiling. 'This is the house that I had bought for my wife, but the Larson family is trying to disgust us by moving the whole family shrine here.'

"Grandpa, we'll get the late Old Master a good burial site. Our family can also pay for a crematorium to be built. Must you move the late Old Master's ashes into our house?"

Finn Taylor drew ire from the Larson family.

Quince Larson said coldly, "What do you mean, Finn Taylor? Do you think so poorly of the Larson family that you think we don't even have money for a burial site or crematorium? Of course, we have money for that. We just don't have that much money for such a nice house like Number One Pacific Heights. You said earlier that this is your new house with Yvette. Since the late Old Master was the one who brought both of you together, I don't understand why you're being so heartless."

Quince Larson accused Finn Taylor's family of being heartless. However, the latter didn't want such taboo items in his new house. 'Is there anything wrong with that?'

"Forget it; let's go. They don't even want to acknowledge their ancestors. Do you think they'd acknowledge such poor relatives like us?"

"That's right. Yvette, I've finally seen your true colors. I never thought you were such a person." With that, Quince Larson stood to leave.

Everyone else followed closely behind. Just like that, the entire Larson family was gone.

Of course, Yvette Larson's classmates dared not stay any longer now that things had progressed to this stage.

One by one, they found their own excuses to leave.

The couple had planned an elaborate housewarming party, but it had ended just like that.

Yvette Larson and her husband stood by the pond in the back garden.

Yvette Larson spoke up. "Finn, I'm so sorry. I didn't know that the Larson family would do that either."

Today, Yvette Larson had truly been amazed by how shameless the Larson family was. To be honest, she felt embarrassed to be a Larson.

However, Finn Taylor hadn't taken the matter to heart. "It's ok."

He really thought nothing of that matter. 'They're just fools making a fool of themselves. It's only out of respect for my wife that I haven't dealt with the Larson family. Otherwise, given my status, those people would already be dead. However, they still have blood relations with Yvette. I can kill them whenever I like. When Yvette wants to, I can get rid of those people for her at any time. I will just leave them be for now.'

"Let's go out for a walk." Although Finn Taylor didn't mind, his wife seemed to be burdened. As such, he offered to take her out for a walk.

Finn Taylor drove them to a marché.

He wanted to get them a cat. That way, the house would seem cozier and more inviting.

But Finn Taylor couldn't even tell the difference between Short-hairs, Persians, and Coons. In the end, the couple fell in love with none of those but a ginger cat—a chubby ginger cat.

In Yvette Larson's words, they'd probably spend half of their money feeding this cat!

Just as they walked out of the pet shop, they spotted a woman kneeling on the ground.

Beside her was another woman, who was lashing out at her. From time to time, that woman would even kick the other woman who was on the ground.

This drew the attention of many onlookers.

Finn Taylor glanced at the woman throwing the punches and then at the one kneeling on the ground.

The aggressor looked sharp and mean, while the victim looked naive and innocent.

It seems like there's something more to this. It would've been fine if I didn't see it, but now that I have, I can't ignore it.'

"Wait here for me," Finn Taylor told his wife before walking up to them.

But Yvette Larson didn't stay as her husband had instructed her to. Instead, she followed closely behind him.

It was then she realized why she had slowly fallen for that man in front of her—it was because he was upright and just.

In this materialistic society, many people's priorities had changed. There weren't many like Finn Taylor anymore.

That fierce woman landed another slap on the other.

Just then, Finn Taylor reached out to grab her.

"What are you doing?" The fierce woman glared at Finn Taylor, wanting to skin him alive.

"Tell me. I've been watching you, and you've been scolding and hitting her. Why don't you tell everyone what's going on?"

That woman ignored Finn Taylor and broke free from his grasp. She then stuck her foot out toward the latter's crotch.