Mommy，We Got a Husband
Chapter 159 Her Initiative Kiss

Yes, Alaric certainly knew this. Mrs. Marigold was just like Griffon!

She cared deeply only for her own family, could be indifferent to others without blood ties, and was even cold-blooded.

Just like Caspian, because Mrs. Marigold didn't know he was her real grandson, she could say things like "bastard" to Caspian.

She would show no mercy to Galatea.

"Don't worry. I will definitely protect Galatea well, and I won't let her become the second Rowena."

Upon hearing this, Cormac smiled, then sighed, "I feel truly incompetent, unable to even protect the woman I love. I just hope Rowena can move past those shadows from the past and truly live well." On this point, Alaric actually admired Cormac.

He only had Rowena. Even after breaking up for so many years, he never sought another woman.

This was not just Rowena's psychological shadow but also Cormac's everlasting psychological shadow.

"Since we're at the Winery, let's drink. I won't go home sober tonight, cheers!"

After saying that, Cormac finished his drink in one go. Alaric also felt a sense of guilt, inadvertently stirring up Cormac's sad past.

"Alright, I'll join you. But I have to drive to pick up Galatea tonight, so I can't drink. I'll just use coffee as a substitute for alcohol."Alaric said.

"Alaric, you're heartless. If you're not drinking, why did you insist on inviting me to the Winery? You're just a jerk!"

Cormac harshly scolded Alaric, who would usually retort, but seeing Cormac in a bad mood today, he let it go.

Galatea had been in the shop all afternoon, the renovation was nearing completion, and she felt a great sense of accomplishment looking at the almost finished clinic. "Reassuring Clinic."

The sign was already up, a name chosen by Galatea, straightforward and easy to understand.

With the renovation almost done, she was just waiting for Harry and Elisa to give her the good

date, then she could open it.

While Galatea was recording the necessary medical equipment, she heard the clinic door open, and someone walked in.

"Sorry, the clinic isn't open yet. Please wait until the opening."

As Galatea spoke and walked out, before she could finish her sentence, her expression changed as soon as she saw the person who entered.

"How did you find here?"

The person was Ambrose, and Galatea didn't hide her disgust when she saw him.

"Ambrose, I've already told you last time if you keep tracking me, I will call the police!"

Faced with Galatea's firm attitude, Ambrose was genuinely puzzled and asked, "Stellan, have you forgotten what I told you at the hotel last time? Don't you want to know the real cause of Brennan's death?" "I've already told Alaric about this. Alaric will help me investigate."

Upon hearing this, Ambrose burst into laughter without restraint and asked, "You actually believe Alaric will help you investigate? Do you think he's a god? It's been seven years. What can Alaric find out? Stellan, I'm not lying to you. I have evidence. As long as you're willing to be with me, I'll show you the evidence right away."

"Why should I believe you?" Galatea asked Ambrose, looking at him with hostility.

"Because you also don't believe Brennan committed suicide, Galatea. As long as you have doubts, you can only choose to believe me."

"Fine, I can believe you. I believe you really have evidence. So I ask you!" Galatea approached, glaring at Ambrose with intense hatred. "Why do you have evidence? Why do you know the hidden truth behind my father's death? If you had evidence, why didn't you bring it out back then? Why did you leave without a word when I needed you the most, and why, after seven years, after I found a new lover, did you bring out this evidence to threaten me? Tell me why?" Faced with this series of questions from Galatea, Ambrose was momentarily at a loss for words.

Seeing Ambrose speechless, Galatea smiled, then the smile vanished, and she asked sharply, "Or perhaps I should ask in a different way, what role did you play in the bankruptcy and framing of Storm's Family, Ambrose? If you are completely innocent, why do you know the hidden truth behind this event?"

Ambrose hadn't expected Galatea to think this deeply.

"Why aren't you answering, Ambrose? Tell me, are you going to keep making excuses to deceive me!" Galatea's eyes grew increasingly hostile.

But in Ambrose's eyes, there was only pain as he moved forward, gripping Galatea's arm excitedly and saying, "Stellan, it's not as you think, I was forced by others, I never wanted to hurt you."

"you never wanted to hurt me, but the fact is you've hurt me deeply, Ambrose. I won't believe a word you say anymore. My father was right, and you approached me with ulterior motives."

"I thought you were just after my status, wanting to climb up using me in Storm's Family, but now it seems it's not simple. In fact, you've been using me from start to finish. You never truly loved me."

"No!" Ambrose was particularly agitated upon hearing this. "Stellan, you can hate me, you can even kill me, but you can't say I don't love you. I love you, and you're more important to me than my life. If you're in danger now, I would die for you immediately. Can Alaric do that? Can he die for you?"

"Because I love Alaric, I can't bear for him to die for me, but for you, the thought of you dying for me disgusts me."

This statement was incredibly cutting, like a sharp blade piercing Ambrose's heart.

"Stellan, do you just say you love Alaric?"

"Yes, I love Alaric." After saying that, Galatea glanced at the time and then asked, "Alaric is about to come pick me up, Ambrose, are you sure you want to stay here? Think carefully, if Alaric sees you, your project might really be in jeopardy." "Stellan, I can leave now, but remember my words, you belong to me, only belong to me!"

With that, Ambrose turned and slammed the door as he left, his final words making Galatea feel sick to her stomach.

Later, Galatea stood at the door waiting for Alaric. When she saw Alaric's car, her mood instantly lifted. As she got into the car and saw Alaric, she felt like her mind was clouded, possibly stirred up by Ambrose, or something else. Completely irrational, just as Alaric was about to speak, Galatea impulsively leaned in and kissed him.