Alexis, clutching his chest and gasping, held Henley back. He felt it was better if he alone played the clown and the scoundrel. He wished for Henley to preserve his refined appearance.

"You unfilial son, now that your grandfather is gone, you think you are beyond control." Alexis breathed heavily. "Alright, so be it. Today, in front of everyone, we, the Dixon family, officially cut all ties with Mitchel. Hear me? You're on your own now!"

Then, Alexis ordered, "Get him out of our family. Since he's acting out, don't blame me if I have to act tough. Kick him out now, especially since the wedding expenses came from our Dixon accounts."

At this, Katie paled, her expression filled with alarm. “Alexis, you mustn't do this!" She didn't want her wedding to become a spectacle.

Alexis then feigned a broken heart. "Katie, I don't want to be harsh, but he has hurt me deeply. He shows no remorse or willingness to apologize, and he dares to slander me!"

Alexis clutched at his chest, seeking sympathy. "I, Alexis Dixon, have lived with integrity for fifty years. He can't just slander me as he wishes. He must..."

Mitchel interrupted Alexis' theatric speech, his eyes scornful. “The name Alexis Dixon. You don't deserve to use it, Mr. Darin Rayne!"

The constant repetition of “Mr. Darin Rayne" resonated with the audience. Why did Mitchel persist in calling Alexis by Darin Rayne?

What could this imply?

As everyone's focus returned to the stage, Mitchel clarified coldly, "As a child, you were abandoned on the streets due to illness and were fortuitously discovered by my grandfather. Noticing a slight resemblance to my biological father, my grandfather took you in."

Afterward, a fortune-teller warned of disasters in your life that only a family from our world could prevent. Feeling sorry for you, my grandfather agreed and declared you his own.

When you were under my grandfather's care for thirteen years, my parents passed away in a car crash. I was just a baby at the time.

When you noticed my grandfather's pity for me, you quickly offered to take me in, saying it was for my own good, based on what another fortune-teller had said.

"You were just looking out for yourself and aiming to use me to guarantee your spot as the Dixon family's sole heir. I suspect your abrupt withdrawal last time was because Beuford confronted you with this truth."

Mitchel's revelation left everyone speechless. They had come to witness a lavish, routine wedding, yet found themselves amid a series of shocking disclosures.

It turned out that Alexis was not a blood Dixon but an adopted child, while Mitchel was the true grandson.

Alexis remained frozen for a long while until Henley jolted him back to reality.

Henley then murmured urgently, "So what if he knows? Without proof, it's useless. Who can prove he's the son of that deceased old man?"

The realization struck Alexis powerfully, snapping him back to his senses. Indeed, even if Mitchel knew the truth, what could he actually do with it? Anyone who could have confirmed it was no longer alive. Anything connected to Kyler at home had been burned or wrecked. There was no DNA evidence remaining. What was there to worry about?

Regaining his confidence, Alexis scoffed. “Mitchel, it's astonishing that you would fabricate such a wild story just to stake a claim on the Dixon fortune! You think knowing about my past gives you the authority to spin such stories. You're the child Kyler adopted, yet you try to pin this story on me, which is absolutely absurd and shameful!"