My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 717

Hearing this, Elder Shaw couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Listen to this. Your precious son thinks greeting and respecting his elders is a 'boring ritual.' I wonder, is he this arrogant with his clients? Or is it just us old fossils who aren't worthy of a simple hello?"

After Lionel’s statement, Elder Finch's expression darkened completely.

He took a deep breath and spoke in a grave tone, "Lionel, if that's truly how you feel, then by all means, leave the Rosenberg family. Strike out on your own. Then you won't have to bother greeting us old fossils."

"You won't have to worry about what we think. Go build your own empire. And as I said before, from that moment on, you will have no connection to the Rosenbergs. You won't have to report anything to us."

"You could even come up and punch us in the street for all we care. It's your choice. In fact, there was no need to call this meeting at all. I should have just unilaterally kicked you out. You're so arrogant. I'd love to see how long that lasts once you're cut off from the Rosenberg family."

He had thought that forcing Lionel to leave and re-enter would knock some of the arrogance out of him, make him more compliant.

But he'd been wrong. Lionel seemed to think that one forced greeting absolved him of any further need for respect.

A disrespectful and conceited person like him was a serious liability to the Rosenberg family.

If he ever gained control of the family's power, he would likely cast them all out or strip them of their authority.

Mrs. Mary Rosenberg stood up anxiously, trying to stop Mr. Michael Rosenberg from leaving.

"Lionel, what are you waiting for? Apologize to the elders! Do you really want to be thrown out before you realize you need to show some respect?"

With those words, Mrs. Mary Rosenberg strode over to Lionel, raised her hand, and slapped him hard across the face.

Lionel never expected his mother to do such a thing and had no time to react. The slap landed squarely on his cheek.

The sharp crack echoed through the living room. Even Mr. Michael Rosenberg, who was already several feet out the door, flinched at the sound and turned to look.