Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband-Chapter 423: Banishment.

There was worry in Margret’s eyes because blood continued to ooze out of Dickson’s head. Sadly for her she was the only one that was bothered by the blood, everyone else in the room would cheer loudly to watch her son bleed out immediately.

"He can go ahead and die." David said, loudly. He voiced the sentiments of all the Saxon’s who were unwilling to be brought down because of Dickson’s crimes.

"If he dies, then he will have done us all a favor by leaving this life and family." Rufus added to David’s words. A deep frown creased his brows.

Nini Saxon let out a mocking chuckle. "If we were in the old days, he would have lost his head if we punished him according to true Saxon family laws. How dare he shame the Saxon name? He is not deserving of the name, and I propose that it is stripped from him." Her curt words were also the thoughts of many that held their tongues.

Phoebe liked what she was hearing, she liked it that very much that she wanted to clap, only that David had a firm grip on one of her hands. It did not stop her from thinking and projecting her thoughts.

[Oh goodie! Dickson nobody is less of a threat to every woman in the country compared to Dickson Saxon. If the name is not stripped from him, nobody will ever want to be called Saxon again. Who can vote for a President Saxon if you have a serial rapist slash pedo slash killer named Saxon?]

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She was not aware that the more she thought, the more the Saxon’s saw how dangerous it was for them for Dickson to continue existing.

Rufus’s heartbeat went up a notch and he slapped the wheelchair arm again. "Margaret, you treasure your son like a treasure, you seem to be under the impression that the parents of those girls didn’t love them or treat them like treasures too.

Do you know that if word gets out that a Saxon molested young women and underage girls it would paint the entire family with a bad image? He did not stop there but he molested a daughter of one of the most prestigious families in this country.

Oh, did I forget the part where he tried to abduct her in public? My forefathers would have you skinned alive, but I am not that barbaric, and I will show you mercy." He paused to sip on more water.

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Phoebe did not like what she was hearing, and she frowned.

[Mercy!!! Oh hell no....skin him alive. Roast him over a pit of fire like a suckling pig. Stick an apple in his mouth while you are at it and when you are done cooking him, feed him to the dogs.]

Her thoughts were a little frightening to those that managed to see them. Who knew that that the short shaman with a smiling face was dangerous?

While the Saxon’s pondered on that, the Mayfair’s chuckled, especially Andre who pictured the image Phoebe had described.

"It is time for you to hear your punishment." Grandma Saxon cleared her throat and spoke loudly.

As excitement grew among those that did not like Dickson, Panic coursed Margaret’s veins. Dickson on the other hand was still nonchalant; he was ready for any punishment. What was the worst his grandfather would do? Cut off his allowance for a year at most. He let out a quiet scoff, this still seemed to be a joke to him.

[Punish him hard, save yourselves otherwise, some of you are going to lose your lives at his hands especially if you still live under the same roof as him.]

Some people gasped and some of the excitement died down, a somber mood was injected into the atmosphere suddenly. People traded gazes, wondering if it was true that some of them would die at Dickson’s hands. Had the shaman foreseen it or was she talking nonsense?

Those that had an enmity with Dickson worried more than others, if he was to target anyone, it would be them. Phillip especially was more worried than others because already, he had been threatened.

Rufus could not even believe it, and he saw Dickson as a dangerous beast, one willing to eat its own family. He stared at him directly in the eye. "Dickson Saxon, the punishment for your horrible crimes is banishment from the Saxon clan."

Banishment! The words hovered in the air, it continued to echo in the ears of the listeners over and over. It was a surprising punishment as no one had been banished in the recent years, none of the people alive had ever seen it happen.

Margaret jumped from her seat; she was expecting a punishment that was severe but not this kind. It was humiliating and downgrading, what did this even mean? Did the punishment affect the entire branch or just one person.

Did it mean Dickson would be kicked out of the tower and imprisoned in that secret prison which the family owned overseas? She had just one son and the thought of him suffering out there without the cushy blanket of the Saxon name alarmed her.

"Rufus.....uncle in-law you cannot do this? It has not been done in forever!" She exclaimed. "There are other ways you can punish him. How can you banish my son?" Her eyes darted around in search of sympathizers; she found none. "Are you all going to sit here and condone to this? It is absurd!" She smacked her chest with her hand lightly.

"It is better he goes down on his own than dragging us with him, father judged justly." Robert commented, a smile of happiness tugged on his lips. For him, his sons had one less competitor for the position of president of the company.

This sentiment was not shared by him alone, there were others in the room that thought the same.

Dickson had long fallen into a momentary stupor after hearing the punishment. What did the old man mean by declaring banishment as his punishment? Was he supposed to leave the tower? Was he a Saxon?

"I am still speaking Margaret quiet down." Grandpa Saxon’s voice pulled him back to the present.

A stern expression formed on Rufus’ features. "I have all the authority as the patriarch of all the Saxons to punish him as I see fit. In cases where the family name and history are put under threat, I can make drastic decisions, and this is one of such cases." He elaborated. "From today, Dickson will no longer bear the Saxon name, nor will he enjoy the privileges that come with it.

He looked at Dickson, "You are to be taken off the family register, feel free to take on your mother’s maiden name. You are to leave the Saxon tower immediately after this meeting is done, by tomorrow If you are still lurking around, I will instruct the security guards to shoot to kill because you have become a stranger and therefore will be considered an intruder.

Heed to my warning, I will kill you myself if it comes to it. Tomorrow, we will announce it to the world that you are not one of us anymore and your affairs do not concern the Saxon family." Rufus leaned back in the wheelchair.

Dickson stood this time with no crutches. "Fuck you old man, you cannot do this to me. I am a Saxon by birth you cannot wake up and decide to take that away from me!"