Zac faltered under Arthur’s gaze for a split second. But he had already spoken too much to back down now. Keeping up his act, he let out a sigh, his voice filled with sorrow. "Arthur, I don’t know how you got that suit, but it was a gift from Dad—one that he personally requested from Mr. Yoder. I loved this suit. If you take it off and return it now, I won’t pursue this matter any further. After all, we are brothers." Zac still wore the facade of a gracious young heir, the picture of a refined nobleman. Arthur suddenly chuckled, his smirk laced with amusement. "Alright, if you want it back, I’ll give it to you." With that, he reached up and began unbuttoning the suit jacket. The entire Gray family, as well as Zac, were stunned. Zac had prepared an entire performance, expecting Arthur to flounder and humiliate himself in desperation. But Arthur? He was willingly taking off the suit? Who would do something so outrageous in the middle of a grand banquet? Julie instinctively reached out to stop him, but Arthur moved too fast. In front of the entire crowd, Arthur shrugged off the suit jacket. The moment he did, the white t-shirt underneath was fully exposed—washed so many times it had faded, shrunken, and barely fit him anymore. The Gray family’s expressions darkened. The murmurs in the crowd swelled in volume. Zac’s face froze for a brief moment, but he quickly recovered, suppressing a sneer. Arthur standing there in such worn-out clothes was the ultimate embarrassment. This was the best way to disgrace the Gray family. Now, their disdain for Arthur would only grow, while Zac’s position in the family would be even more secure. The scandal from yesterday would soon be buried under this new spectacle.Zac reached out to take the suit, but just as his fingers were about to close around it, Arthur suddenly paused. Looking at the flicker of triumph in Zac’s eyes, he said, "But…" Zac’s eyes gleamed as if he had caught Arthur in a trap. He immediately interrupted. "You don’t want to return it?" He was eager to see Arthur struggle, eager to watch him humiliate himself further. The more Arthur was rejected by the Gray family, the more secure Zac’s position would be. Arthur scoffed. "Why are you in such a hurry?" Despite wearing clothes that barely fit him, Arthur stood tall, his posture unyielding. Even among the wealthy elites in their expensive suits and gowns, he did not appear inferior. His gaze fell on John. "Mr. John, you just said that if I didn’t have a suit, I could’ve asked you, and you would’ve bought one for me, right?" John’s expression darkened at how he was being addressed. A bad feeling crept up his spine. Before he could respond, Arthur spread his arms, displaying the worn-out t-shirt for all to see. "Mr. John, take a good look at what I’m wearing. Do you remember this shirt? It’s from two years ago. Back then, you bought it for Zac, but it was too big for him, so you handed it down to me. For years, I’ve only had two shirts to rotate between. Forget suits—I don’t even have a decent-fitting shirt. And you expect me to believe you’d buy me a suit?" Susie was the first to snap. She hissed, "Arthur! Why are you bringing up such trivial matters here? Are you trying to disgrace the Gray family?" "Trivial matters?" Arthur turned to her, his voice sharp. "Ms. Susie, what exactly do you consider important then? Zac accuses me of theft, I’ve been mistreated by you all for years, and now you’re trying to destroy my life. Are these trivial matters?" In his past life, he had always endured. Whenever they spoke of protecting the Gray family’s reputation, he had swallowed his grievances, convincing himself that he was making sacrifices for the family. Looking back, he realized how foolish he had been. He had spent his life bowing down, erasing himself for their benefit. But this time, there was no way he would endure in silence.If the Gray family could so easily cast him aside to protect their reputation, why should he sacrifice himself for them? Seeing the situation spiraling out of control, Zac panicked and snapped, "Arthur!" "Mom and Dad raised you, and this is how you repay them? They are your parents! This is ungrateful!" Gone was the refined young heir—he had reverted to his old ways, resorting to his usual guilt-tripping tactics. Arthur let out a laugh, his voice full of mockery. "Zac, your audacity is truly something else. I am the biological son of the Gray family—they had a legal obligation to raise me. You, on the other hand, are just a foster child who not only freeloaded off them but also spent eight years using every dirty trick in the book to destroy me. You’ve humiliated the Gray family more than anyone else here, and yet you have the nerve to talk about gratitude?" His voice rang through the banquet hall, silencing every whisper. The illusion had cracked.