Every word Quennel spoke was like a needle, piercing deep into his heart.


    Though his words were harsh, Lionel had to admit they were also true.


    Yesterday, he''d been worried about who called the police, annoyed that Cherry had provoked Sandra and made him a trending topic, and tormented by Mrs. Edith Woods'' threat to go to his mother if he didn''t pay up.


    He hadn''t considered any of the things Quennel mentioned today. The Rosenberg family had let him be, despite all the trouble he''d caused before, because of his exceptional abilities.


    But he never imagined things would escte this far, drag on for so long, and entangle so many people, now even on the verge of pulling in the Temple family.


    The Rosenbergs would undoubtedly abandon him for their own preservation and stability. After all, no matter how talented someone was, if they threatened the family''s foundation, they would be cast aside.


    Over the years, he''d certainly made enemies in the business world. Just as Quennel said, they had only held back because of the Rosenberg name. The moment he was kicked out of the family, they would surelye for revenge.


    At that point, he could forget about making aeback; he''d be lucky to stay alive.


    And if he was dead, what did a career matter?


    He probably wouldn''t even have time to discuss a divorce with Hannah; he''d be too busy living on the run.


    The thought sent a surge of fury through him, rising from the pit of his stomach. He coughed violently, feeling as if he were about to spit out his own organs.


    He instinctively reached for a thermos, only to find the bedside table empty.


    Before, whenever he came home, Hannah would always ce a thermos on the nightstand so he could wake up and have a warm drink.


    But now, there was nothing. Everything had changed. The routines he had taken for granted were simply the result of her daily, painstaking efforts.


    "Quennel, what was that solution you mentioned? If it''s viable, I might consider helping you with somepany matters again."


    "The solution is simple. You go and file for divorce from Hannah today."


    Hearing Lionel finally ask about his n, he happily shared his idea.


    "Even with the thirty-day cooling-off period, as long as you sign and promise not to back out, I''ll pay thepensation for you. How about that? m being a very considerate big brother, aren''t 12 This way you won''t have to worry about touching any marital assets."


    The moment he finished speaking, he realized the line had gone dead. He wasn''t sure if Lionel had heard everything or had hung up inca rage halfway through


    Staring at his phone screen as it went dark, Quennel chuckled.


    He turned to his assistant behind him and said, "Go inform the family elders that I


    will be attending tonight''s meeting."


    Yesterday''s discussion about whether to expel Lionel from the family had been inconclusive, so they had decided to continue it today.


    He hadn''t nned on getting involved, but now it seemed


    necessary After all, if he didn''t


    Lionel something tangible, the man would think he was bluffing.


    Lionel hung up and hurled his phone against the wall.


    The screen hit the wall hard, cracking in several ces beforending on the floor,pletely dark.


    "You son of a bitch! I can''t believe I actually thought you''d help me!"