Finn Taylor sat at the door and lit a cigarette. 'Am I in the wrong? No, not at all.'
'Then, is Yvette Larson wrong? Is Francis Larson wrong? Or is Linda James wrong? No, none of them are wrong.'
'It's my parents who are to be blamed. It is because of their bias that I was forced out of Peregrine Hall. They are the ones who forced me to go into hiding and act as a good-for-nothing, matrilocal son-in-law here.'
Although he was capable of doing anything, he could do nothing more than endure the suffering now. However, even a saint would have an outburst eventually.
'Peregrine Hall, Joseph Larson, Quince Larson, Eleanor Larson—Just you wait.'
Before he finished his cigarette, Finn Taylor heard a quarrel breaking out within the house. By the sounds, he guessed that his wife was trying to open the door to let him in, but Francis Larson and Linda James refused.
