Mommy，We Got a Husband
Chapter 38 Jacket Off, Time To Hit The Sack

"That's totally off the table!" To Harry's surprise, Caspian shot down the idea firmly.

"Why not?" Harry asked, puzzled. "Don't you want to shake off Orion?"

"As much as I can't stand her, I can't resort to lying. Besides, our families have been close for ages. If this blows up, it'd be a real mess. I can't let that happen."

Harry heaved a resigned sigh after hearing Caspian out. "Alright, you've got a lot on the plate, so I won't rock the boat."

"We need to cook up something else," Caspian instructed. "We've got to get those two hitched pronto, or we're toast when grandma gets back, and they're still not married." "Why does everyone make her out to be the boogeyman?" Harry asked curiously.

"You'd better brace yourself because if you're not ready, she's going to knock your socks off."

The one person Caspian feared the most was Mrs. Carrington. Even though she was his grandma, she never took to him, always bearing her fangs.

What's even worse, she was his father's mother, and even he held her in high regard.

"Does anyone in your family play with a full deck?" Harry couldn't help but give a snarky remark. "I'm second-guessing letting my mom marry into your clan. Isn't it like hopping from the frying pan into the fire?" Both Caspian and his dad seemed to be off their rockers, his mom was a piece of work, and his grandparents were total fakes. Not to mention, his grandma doesn't even like him.

"My mom's the only one I want, and she has to marry my dad!"

"That's easier said than done."

After hanging up, Harry was so frustrated he muttered to himself, "Caspian, the day I bump into you, you're getting a piece of my mind first thing!" Harry knew he couldn't stay put. He had to leave.

Caspian's maternal grandparents sided with Orion, and Harry couldn't risk sticking around to have his mind warped by their influences.

But his mom and Alaric were still in the early stages of their relationship. He couldn't meddle or ask Alaric to pick him up, which left him with just one option.

"Cormac, I need a rescue!"

Harry reached out to Cormac over the phone, his voice laced with desperation.

Cormac paused in contemplation; the line had gone silent. It had been ages since he'd last set foot on the Nash family grounds.

But there he was, steeling himself to answer Caspian's seldom-heard call for help.

"The prodigal son, Cormac, is back!" and the Nash family staff buzzed with excitement as they hurried to inform everyone.

Griffon made his way down the stairs, his robe billowing around him, his gaze landing on Cormac standing in the main hall, his patience already running low. "Finally remembered your way back, huh?" he uttered, the irritation in his voice barely concealed.

"Don't be too harsh. He's come back after all," Mrs. Ravenna quickly interjected.

"Mom, I heard Caspian's here," Cormac addressed Mrs. Ravenna. "The kid tends to be restless at night, and I wouldn't want him disturbing you or Dad, so I've come to take him."

"I thought you'd come to your senses and were ready to make amends with us. Seems I was being overly sentimental," Griffon retorted with a touch of sarcasm when he heard it was about Caspian.

Harry was stealthily listening from his room. His eye pressed against the thin gap in the door. The friction between his uncle and grandfather hung thick in the air, their words equipped with sharpness.

"I don't think I was wrong about the past. If you still believe the fault is mine, then there's nothing left to say," Cormac declared before yelling upstairs, "Caspian! Let's get out of here!"

"Coming, Cormac!" Harry shouted in response, dashing out of the room.

Griffon spun around, bitterness lacing his words, "If this isn't your home in your heart, then don't bother coming back!"

"Griffon, please, softer," came a gentle plea.

"Shut up and go to bed!" Griffon snapped at Mrs. Ravenna.

"Mom, you better get some sleep. I'll come to visit when I can," Cormac said and then, without hesitation, scooped Harry into his arms and carried him out to the car.

After Cormac and Harry had left, Griffon's face was a stormy picture of dread, muttering angrily to himself, "I've truly underestimated Caspian!"

"Thanks, Cormac," Harry said gratefully once they were away, "You're the real MVP!"

Cormac flashed a wry smile, then asked in disbelief, "What's going on with you? Not going to your dad, but coming to me instead? I'm quite flattered, honestly."

"I guess I just like you more. You're the first person I think of when I'm in a jam."

That truly made Cormac laugh. "All right then."

Harry grinned, then, driven by curiosity, leaned in closer and asked, "Cormac, what's the real beef between you and Grandpa? How come you guys just can't see eye to eye?" "That's grown-up stuff, kid. It's not your concern," Cormac ended the conversation there.

"Fine, if Cormac doesn't want to talk about it, I won't ask," Harry said obediently, to which Cormac responded with a fond smile, thinking how much more endearing the kid had become over time.

Come Wednesday, Dr. Galatea will finish her hospital shift and head over to Nexus Innovations. Today marked the first time she provided physical therapy to Alaric.

"Dr. Galatea, Mr. Knight is in a meeting. He asked you to wait in the lounge," she was informed.

"Thank you, Silas," Galatea replied politely to Silas Moon, who made her a coffee before leaving the lounge.

Looking around, Galatea assessed the room. So, this was Alaric's company lounge? The décor was the same style as the Knight family villa, characterized by its cool tones and sleek sophistication.

The most striking thing in the room was a framed photograph of him in military uniform on the bookshelf.

'Alaric's handsome in his own right, but in that uniform, he looks even more dashing and resolute a truly magnetic presence.' A Colonel? Had he not been medically discharged, he'd probably be a General by now,' she mused. After glancing at the photo, Galatea picked a book from the shelf and prepared for a long wait based on her last visit.

Alaric walked into the lounge to find Galatea engrossed in her book, bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun, her features peaceful and relaxing.

Hearing Alaric arrive, Galatea put down her book and stood up. "If you're all done, we can get started."

"Sure," Alaric responded promptly.

"Take off your shirt and lie down on the bed."

These instructions were familiar. Alaric had resisted last time, but this time, he complied. He removed his shirt and got onto the bed. Just as Galatea approached, the door suddenly burst open. "Why aren't you at your desk, kid? What are you up to here"

Cormac barged in mid-sentence, only to catch the scene unfolding, quickly covering his eyes and blurting out, "Sorry, bad timing," before hastily shutting the door.