Chapter 295: Unpredictable
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
If Yvette Larson knew what her mother-in-law liked, she would’ve been able to buy something to please the latter. But now that her significant other had told her that Wendy Jensen was unpredictable, there was nothing more she could do.
“Don’t think too much about it. If she keeps putting you in the spot, leave and ignore her.”
‘Pfft!’
Yvette Larson merely smiled. ‘I’d never dare to do that. If I were to do that on my first shopping trip with my mother-in-law, I’d probably be reminded of it for decades—or even my whole life. There is no way I’m going to get a divorce from Finn. As such, I will just have to deal with whatever my mother-in-law throws at me.’
‘This is probably how my husband survived the countless scoldings and beatings from my mother. All he could do was pretend not to have seen or heard any of the Larson family’s disdain. Since Finn loves me so much, I’m sure I can do the same for him.’
That afternoon, the group of four set out shopping—Wendy Jensen had brought Megan Daimler along.
To be honest, Finn Taylor was curious as to what had happened between the two women at the chess association that night. ‘Why does it seem like two strangers have suddenly become so familiar with each other over the span of just one night. Is it because I don’t understand women well enough?’
Usually, women would be closer to their granddaughters-in-law. Why? Because an enemy of an enemy was a friend.
Granddaughter-in-laws shared the same enemy as grandmothers-in-law. Similarly, Wendy Jensen and Megan Daimler shared an enemy—Yvette Larson.
Based on their interactions that night, Wendy Jensen was clear that the young girl liked her son. As such, she had told the latter that she’d definitely find a way to help her win Finn Taylor’s heart as long as she came to San Francisco.
Unexpectedly, Megan Daimler indeed arrived in the city after just a day of contemplation.
“Megan, let me ask you something.” Finn Taylor suddenly thought of a question while driving.
“Huh?” Megan Daimler was clearly overwhelmed with emotions when she heard the man calling her.
“Have you heard of Maximus Brugel?”
‘Maximus Brugel!’
Hearing that name, Wendy Jensen immediately cut her son off. “What do you want to know? You’re going to drag too many people into this once you talk about it. Some people in this car still don’t know about it.”
She was obviously talking about her daughter-in-law, not Megan.
Talking about Maximus Brugel would inevitably lead to a discussion about Peregrine Hall. Once Yvette Larson knew about its existence, she would be swept into its mess as well.
As such, Wendy Jensen wasn’t meaning to discipline her son, nor was it because she looked down on her daughter-in-law. Quite on the contrary, she was trying to protect the latter.
This was also why Finn Taylor had said that his mother was unpredictable. It seemed as though she hated his wife back at home, but it now seemed like she was trying to protect the other.
“Fine. Take it as though I didn’t say anything.” Finn Taylor wasn’t trying to ask about anything important anyway. He simply wanted to know if Jessica Daimler had left with Maximus Brugel.
Very quickly, the group arrived at the mall.
As they got out of the car, Wendy Jensen pointed at the mall. “Yvette, you can decide on our schedule for today. We’ll go to whichever boutique you want.”
The latter was stunned, unable to understand what her mother-in-law was up to this time.
“You, shut up,” Wendy Jensen said while pointing at her son.
“Who are you to order me around?”
Yvette Larson was only taking orders from Wendy Jensen out of respect for the latter as her daughter-in-law.
‘Is she serious about lecturing me like that? Has she already forgotten that we don’t share such a close relationship? Think about what I’ve faced at the hands of the Taylor family over the past 20 years, and what have you done as my mother?’
Yvette Larson was slightly nervous that she’d make a mistake, but she gained confidence as she glanced at her husband.
She led the group to a bubble tea shop and bought each of them a drink based on their preferences.
From time to time, she’d steal a glance at her mother-in-law. What disappointed her was that the latter didn’t even take a sip of the drink. ‘Maybe she doesn’t like such sweet things.’
But thankfully, Wendy Jensen didn���t simply throw the drink away and instead held it in her hand.
“Mom, there’s a boutique right ahead. Shall we go and see if there’s anything you like there?”
Wendy Jensen smiled. “I said that I’ll follow whatever you plan.”
Yvette Larson then led the rest into the boutique.
“Mom, have a look around and see if there’s anything you like.” Yvette Larson didn’t dare to make a decision, afraid that she’d make a mistake.
“Are you buying me clothes?”
“Mom, I’ve never bought you anything. I’ll buy you anything you like.”
“Since you’re the one paying for it, you can pick one out for me.”
Yvette Larson had already guessed that this would be her reply, but it was one she detested.
It was the worst possible answer.
Now, things were up to fate. Perhaps her mother-in-law would hate the piece that she herself liked the most.
Even so, Yvette Larson couldn’t say anything. All she could do was put her heart into picking an outfit out.
Eventually, she made up her mind on a white outfit. It looked domineering, and she remembered her husband mentioning how Wendy Jensen liked to feel as though she was on top of everyone else.
‘In that case, she’ll probably like this outfit.’
As Yvette Larson handed the outfit over to her mother-in-law, the latter narrowed her eyes and took a glance at her. She then picked up the outfit and handed it to Megan Daimler.
Yvette Larson’s heart thumped. ‘Does she not like it?’
As they walked out of the boutique, Yvette Larson suggested heading to a boutique that sold handbags.
But for some reason, Wendy Jensen suddenly said. “Let’s go home.”
Although nobody knew why she was suddenly in such a bad temper, they all agreed to head home.
Upon reaching home, Wendy Jensen headed straight for her room, never even touching that outfit once.
Yvette Larson quickly pulled her husband to the room. “Finn, did I buy the wrong outfit? Your mom doesn’t seem to like that outfit.”
He shook his head. “She didn’t like that cup of tea, but she liked that outfit.”
Yvette Larson was confused. ‘My mother-in-law held that cup of tea even if she didn’t take a sip from it.. Conversely, she wasn’t even willing to touch that outfit and had come right home. So why is Finn saying that?’