Yvette Larson could hardly believe her ears. 'I am Joseph Larson's granddaughter—his biological granddaughter. How can he not even care about my survival and even spout such words?'
"Grandpa, don't you think you're going overboard with your words?"
Quince Larson slammed the table. "Overboard? Yvette Larson, watch how you're speaking to Grandpa. Was Grandpa wrong about what he said? From the very beginning, it was your family who created this trouble for the Larson family. Do you know how many families in San Francisco look down on us because you married this piece of trash?"
"Yvette Larson, you were clearly betrothed to Joshua Sanders, but you chose to marry someone else. Don't you think it's your fault that you offended the Sanders family and dragged our family down with you?"
