Mommy，We Got a Husband
Chapter 32 Her Identity Exposed!

Alaric had a feeling he had just opened Pandora's box by hiring her.

"Don't give me that look. I'm your doctor, and your well-being is my priority. I'll get your records from Silas, and you can get back to work."

"Just remember what we agreed," he reminded her, "be on call 24/7. And don't you dare vanish on me again like you did last time. I won't be so forgiving!"

"I get it," Galatea reassured him, her voice laced with genuine concern. "Keeping your emotions in check is crucial for your well-being, Mr. Knight. Control your temper if you aim to stick around for the long haul. Folks who fly off the rails tend to check out early."

Having delivered her advice, Galatea turned on her heel and left, her departure pulling a wry smile from Alaric. This woman was becoming more audacious by the second!

Silas Moon was nothing short of a marvel in getting things done, and soon, Galatea had Alaric's medical files in hand. The files were tucked under her arm as she exited the hospital. Just as she was sliding behind the steering wheel of her car, a voice called out from behind.

"Miss Galatea."

At the sound, Galatea spun around, surprised to find it was Griffon.

"Griffon, what brings you here? Looking for Alaric, I presume?" After all, as far as Griffon was concerned, she and Alaric were a couple.

"It's not Alaric I'm actually here to see it's you."

"Me?" Galatea was taken aback.

"Yes. How about we sit down somewhere and talk?"

"Sure," Galatea found herself saying without a hint of objection.

They found a serene café and settled themselves in a private booth.

"So, Griffon, what's up? Why are you going out of your way to see me... it gives me a bad vibe."

"Miss Galatea, remember the last time you visited my place? I mentioned I felt like we had met before. Does that ring any bells?"

At that moment, Galatea tensed, a wave of anxiety washing over her. 'Does he remember? But that's impossible!' she thought. 'She couldn't recall ever meeting him before. Where could it have been?' "You said that before, but I honestly don't remember where I could have crossed paths with you."

"After so many years, it's normal to forget."

'So many years? Could he really know?' she wondered.

"Griffon, what do you mean?"

"Galatea, there's no need to be on edge. After all the ordeal your family, the Storms, went through... understandably, you'd adopt a new identity."

'Galatea found herself at a loss for words. She'd never imagined that the first person to see through her disguise would be Griffon.'

"Rest assured, I haven't breathed a word of this to anyone, not even my wife or Orion. They're both in the dark," He reassured her.

Galatea bit her lip hard, staying silent for a long time before finally murmuring, "Griffon, since you already know, there's no point in hiding it anymore. I am Stellan. I changed my name to start a new life."

"I know." Griffon took a casual sip of his coffee and set the cup back down. "We all have scars we prefer to hide from the world. While I can't fully understand your ordeal, I get why you did it. But let me be frank-and I mean no offense, Galatea Hartley.

"Alaric lost his father when he was very young. I've stepped in as a father figure, and he cares for me as a son would. He wouldn't have gone through the trouble of introducing you to the Nash family without good reason."

"Yes." Galatea anticipated what would follow. "You think someone with my past isn't fit for him, that I should stay away from him, right?"

"Pretty much," Griffon admitted. "You know about Alaric's standing. Even if he's not with someone from the Nash family, he ought to be with someone who's at least his equal. As far as I'm aware, you have a child, and the child's father... well, he's still out of the picture."

Had there been any romantic feelings between her and Alaric, such words from his parents would've wounded her. But since there was no such foundation, the confrontation left her feeling more indignant and disrespected than hurt. "Griff, I understand that as an elder, you want your son to marry someone of equal status, but Alaric isn't a child. He's capable of making his own judgments. If he felt we weren't a match, he would tell me to leave himself, and I wouldn't linger," she responded, maintaining her composure.

At her words, Griffon couldn't help letting out a displeased chuckle before replying, "So, Miss Galatea, you're saying you won't leave him?"

"That's right," Galatea stated resolutely. "This whole scenario feels like a worn-out plot from a daytime soap opera. It's anything but original. I think he deserves a bit more respect."

"Fine, then let me ask you this, does Alaric know that you are actually, Stellan? Does he know about your children's background? Or dare you tell him the truth about your children's origins? You're not being transparent in this relationship. "You've misled him. Once he finds out, he'll likely come to the same conclusion I have. Why demean yourself this way, Galatea? Walk away now, and both you and your children can retain your dignity," Griffon advised. "May I ask you a frank question, Griff?" she inquired.

"Go ahead."

"If it were a real heiress standing by Alaric's side instead of me, would you be willing to wish them happiness? Would you genuinely accept his girlfriend?" she asked, hypothetically. "Of course."

"Just because she's from a wealthy family? Merely because they are well-matched in through their social background? Without caring whether he truly likes her?" she continued. "If he chose her, it must mean he likes her."

"In that case, why can't you believe that our relationship is genuine? If he sincerely likes me, why are you trying to drive me away? Aren't you afraid that this might hurt him?" she pressed. "Galatea Hartley, I must say, you've got quite the sharp wit."

"I'm only speaking the truth," she responded.

"The truth is you deceived him, and I'll say it again-do you dare tell him the reality?"

"I dare!" Galatea now had nothing to lose. What was there to fear?

"If you don't believe us, we can go back to Nexus Innovations right now. I can reveal my background to him in front of you, and if he chooses not to forgive me, I'll leave immediately. On the flip side, if he accepts me, I don't expect your blessing, Mr. Griffon; but at least I hope you won't interfere anymore."

Griffon was rendered speechless for a moment. This girl was not as easily swayed as he had thought.

His gaze then fell to a folder on the table labeled "Alaric's Medical Records."

Griffon swiftly averted his gaze and took a sip of his coffee. As he put down the cup, his hand trembled, tipping the cup forward. The coffee spilled out, soaking Galatea's clothes.