Humiliated at My Son's Wedding, I Own Half His Empire

To give my adopted son face, I quietly put together a bridal gift worth over a hundred million, ready to surprise him.

But the moment I arrived, I found my wife seated at the very back table, without so much as a corsage.

I was about to ask why when my son walked over with his bride, his tone light and offhand.

"Rachel Henson's uncle doesn't have kids, and her parents want him up on the stage as the groom's elder."

I froze.

"If he goes up, then what about us?"

My son raised an eyebrow, mocking.