Mommy，We Got a Husband
Chapter 20 Matchmaking Attempt!

The shock was evident on everyone's faces after Alaric's declaration.

'He's fallen for another woman? How is that even possible?' Cormac thought to himself.

"You might be eager to get rid of me, but do you truly need to make up such a far-fetched excuse? I don't believe it!" Although Orion had undoubtedly heard another woman in his room last night, she found herself unable to come to terms with Alaric's words.

"Believe it or not, that's your problem!" With that, Alaric walked out with Harry in his arms.

Orion rushed to follow, but Cormac grabbed her.

"Why are you holding me back? I need to confront the floozy who seduced Alaric!" she demanded.

"Orion, would you please come to your senses?" Cormac was sorely tempted to slap some sense into her. "Whether that woman exists or not, he has never loved you. Why cling to him?"

"Cormac, I'm your sister! How can you side with him now?" she retorted.

"Exactly! It's because you're my sister, I want you to see clearly. There are plenty of men in the world - it's not just Alaric. There will be other men who will love you, but look at yourself! The more you act like this, the more he'll detest you. Don't you get it?"

"I don't get it!" Orion spat, shaking off his grip emotionally. "You just won't help me. Fine, I'll go to Mom and Dad then. They will help me."

With that, Orion ran off in tears, leaving Cormac in frustration-he honestly felt she'd lost her mind.

After Alaric got into the car with Harry, the boy leaned in and asked, "Dad, did you just say you like another girl? Is it true?"

Alaric looked at him with an intimidating gaze: "Was it you who brought Galatea around?"

"Caspian, you pretend to have amnesia around me, saying sweet things to win me over, all the while scheming to raise her status."

"Dad, it's not what you think. If my real mom doesn't love me, then I just want a mom who does. And Galatea, she's great, isn't she?" Harry replied.

Alaric remained silent.

Harry pursed his lips with trepidation and then continued to apologize, "Dad, please don't be mad anymore. You know, your usually handsome and charming face loses its radiance when you're angry."

"You sure have learned how to sweet-talk," Alaric teased.

"Hand on heart," Harry swore.

Harry carefully gauged his father's mood, sensing the anger slowly fading, and ventured another question, "Dad, I asked Cormac, given that I was born while Mom was already gone, could there be someone else who's my real mom? Because she really doesn't seem like my mom at all."

"That's highly unlikely."

"Why?" Harry asked.

"Because of your grandmother."

His grandmother was a formidable woman with an ironclad grip on the business world, holding her own against any man and having a heart that wasn't easily moved by sentimentality. She would never warmly welcome a child that wasn't of the Knight's blood.

Since Caspian was his son, that only left Orion as the mother. Moreover, the old lady, ever so conscious of lineage and genes, wouldn't just choose any woman to bear him as a successor.

"Even so, can we truly be sure? What if?" Harry asked doubtfully.

"If your biological mother was indeed someone else, don't you think she would have surfaced by now, considering you're already six years old?" Alaric responded.

Harry fell silent. Suddenly, it seemed to make a lot of sense.

"Do you believe in two kids looking identical without being related by blood?"

That question baffled him! He and Caspian looked exactly alike. Could that just be a coincidence?

"I don't believe it. Caspian, you're asking too many questions. I'm driving here, and you're distracting me," Alaric lectured him.

"Sorry about that." Harry immediately covered his mouth, letting out a muffled sound, "I'll be quiet."

Alaric couldn't help but chuckle affectionately - Caspian was getting cuter by the day.

If Caspian had tried this little act before, Alaric would have been furious, but now, a few sweet words and the anger just melted away.

Harry had high emotional intelligence, often using his eloquence to defuse situations.

On the other hand, ever since Galatea left, Caspian had been caught up in guilt and worry. He had sat on the living room couch waiting, eventually succumbing to sleep due to exhaustion, waking the next day to find himself in bed. "Mom!" he cried out, jolting awake, then dashed out of the living room without even putting on his shoes, heading straight for the kitchen where Galatea was preparing breakfast.

"Mom, you're back?" Caspian asked tentatively, his voice laced with nervousness.

"I got back last night. Why were you sleeping on the couch?" After Galatea spoke, she noticed his bare feet, furrowed her brows, quickly scooped him up, and scolded, "Why did you come out here without shoes?" Caspian found himself unable to resist the tenderness of Galatea's maternal affection, something he had never experienced before.

"Put on your shoes, sweetheart, then wash up. Breakfast will be ready shortly. I've made your favorite grilled steak." Galatea scooped Caspian up and took him back to his bedroom, slipping his feet into his shoes. Caspian watched her closely, trying to gauge if she was upset. Did his lies go undetected?

"Mom," Caspian probed, seeking clarity, "which patient did you see last night?"

"A patient with severe mental and physical ailments," Galatea summarized, leaving Caspian stunned for a moment. Was she talking about Dad? His father's health wasn't the best, sure, but his mind was sound. Was the misunderstanding between him and Harry, the root of all this confusion?

"Mom, is that patient really in such bad shape?" Caspian asked cautiously, fearing his deception might be uncovered. "The VIP patients at the hospital-aside from their health, they're usually fine, right? Tall and handsome, perhaps?" Galatea looked at him skeptically, and Caspian quickly added, "Just guessing!"

"Well, his looks are certainly not bad." It was an honest answer. Back when she was a socialite, she had met many wealthy heirs, most of whom were average-looking. Alaric was a rare exception with his striking features.

"But his character leaves much to be desired. Let's not talk about him anymore. Go brush your teeth and wash your face." Galatea changed the topic.

After Galatea left, Caspian remained with a worried look. If her opinion of his dad was so poor, how could they possibly develop a relationship? 'No, I must find a way.'