Now, It’s Your Turn to Kneel
Sensing that the situation wasn’t right, Eric silently waved his hand, preparing to get the Cunninghams to
leave.
Matthew stood up and called out loudly, “Grandpa, since everyone’s here, let’s have a simple meal
together.”
Eric couldn’t help but shudder. He knew that if Matthew asked them to stay, it didn’t mean anything good.
“Uh, I… I’m getting old, so I can’t stay up too late. You guys go ahead and eat. Jason, take me home!”
Eric replied.
Jason eagerly wanted to help him leave the place.
However, Desmond waved his hand, and the security guards at the door stopped them.
“It’s only a little past 7.00PM. How does this count as staying up late? President Whittemore, make
arrangements for everyone to be seated.” Matthew chuckled.
Desmond smiled and nodded, then immediately asked someone to replace the food on the table.
Nevertheless, there were a lot of people in the private room now, and there were many Cunninghams, so
not everyone could fit inside.
Matthew asked James and Helen to take the main seats first, then he asked someone to help Eric over
before letting him sit down.
After that, he looked at the Cunningham Family and said in a low voice, “Just now, my parents kneeled
and kowtowed to Grandpa. All of you who are from the younger generation should show your filial piety
too. Come here. Kneel down and kowtow to Grandpa.”
Everyone in the Cunningham Family exchanged looks. It seemed like Matthew was demanding a tooth
for a tooth.
Before this, they had asked James and Helen to kneel, so now, Matthew wanted them to kneel!
Eric was livid. He was an elder, so he didn’t need to kneel.
But, the problem was that he would be humiliated if the Cunningham Family kneeled.
Felicia was the first to get irritated, and she retaliated, “Matthew, don’t think that you can boss people
around just because you have money! Let me tell you. Most of the people here are your elders. Do you
still consider us as your elders?”
Matthew cast her a glance. “I’m sorry, but in my eyes, I don’t have elders like you guys!”
Felicia was furious. “You unfilial boy. H-How can you say that?”
Matthew answered coldly, “Ever since I was married to Sasha, who from the Cunningham Family has
treated me well? Which of these so-called elders have done what elders are supposed to do? In fact,
they even forced my wife to entertain clients. Is this what elders should do? You said I’m unfilial? Heh.
Who do you think you are? What right do you have to have my respect!”
When he said the last sentence, Matthew slapped the table, smashing the tabletop to pieces.
The Cunninghams were trembling with fright, and a few of them who were timid immediately fell to their
knees.
Felicia’s face was flushed as she seethed, “Matthew, I’m not going to carry on with your nonsense! No
matter what, we’re all Sasha’s elders, so we’re also your elders. You can’t treat us like this! What can you
even do to us if we don’t kneel?”
Felicia used to be known for being a b*tch, but now that she was older, she took advantage of her
seniority.
Matthew replied coldly, “It’s okay. If you don’t kneel, I won’t force you! But, your daughter is here. She
can kneel, right?”
Felicia’s expression changed abruptly. “Matthew, if you dare to lay a finger on my daughter, I won’t let
you off!”
Matthew sneered, “When you slapped my parents, did it occur to you that we wouldn’t let you off either?
I’m telling you—if you don’t kneel today, I’ll break both of your daughter’s legs. Make your own choice!”
Felicia was enraged. “Don’t you dare! I won’t let you off!”
She hissed and lunged forward as if she was a lunatic, trying desperately to fight Matthew.
However, before she could reach Matthew, she was pushed to the ground by several security guards.
At the same time, her daughter was brought in and pressed onto the ground.
Matthew fixed Felicia with a cold look. “Are you going to kneel or not?”
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