Mommy，We Got a Husband
Chapter 439 The Long-Awaited Father

"He's my dad."

Cormac hated admitting it, but it was the truth.

"Here is the thing, Griffon's been feeling pretty rough in prison lately. After a check-up, they think it's late-stage lung cancer. He probably doesn't have much time left. You should get the paperwork sorted to get him out." Late-stage lung cancer?

Hearing that hit just as hard as when Ravenna was first diagnosed with stomach cancer.

"Okay, got it. Thanks for letting me know," Cormac replied, trying to stay calm.

Everyone, including Alaric, heard what the officer said. What was supposed to be a happy dinner suddenly turned gloomy.

"It's alright, everyone, let's keep eating," Cormac said with a smile, not wanting his issues to ruin the mood.

Even though Griffon had done some awful things and deserved his fate, hearing this news still stung.

"We're all family here; no need to hide your feelings," Alaric said bluntly. "Griffon's got late-stage lung cancer. Are you gonna get him out?"

Cormac paused, his drink halfway to his mouth. "I don't know."

"If it's already late-stage, you should get him out," Rowena said. "If he dies in prison with no one to care for him, you'll regret it later."

Cormac felt a warmth in his heart hearing Rowena say this. Despite everything Griffon had done to her, she still cared about his feelings. It was touching.

"Yeah, if the doctor says he doesn't have much time left, you should get him out for treatment," Alaric added.

He'd been judged for his crimes, and that was enough.

"Alright, I'll check on it tomorrow," Cormac said, quickly adding with a smile, "Come on, just a little hiccup. Let's keep drinking."

Stellan raised his glass and drank with Cormac.

Because of this "hiccup," Alaric's family didn't stay long and left soon after dinner.

In the car, Stellan sighed, "Even though Griffon deserves it, Cormac must be feeling awful."

"Of course," Alaric said, unable to hold back. "No matter how terrible parents are, they're still your parents."

Alaric's casual remark seemed to hit a nerve for Stellan.

Wasn't this more true for Alaric than for Cormac?

Griffon didn't love Cormac much, yet he felt this way. How much more so for Marigold, who loved him in such a twisted way?

Stellan fell silent. When they got home, Caspian, Harry, and Elisa went to bed without a fuss, and the two of them also went to bed without much conversation. That night, who knew if Alaric slept well, but Stellan tossed and turned, unable to shake Alaric's words from her mind.

She was really scared this might become an unfixable rift between them.

Stellan couldn't sleep, while Cormac was even more restless. He wished he could go his whole life without hearing about Griffon, letting him rot in prison forever. But then...

"Uncle Cormac." Aurora knocked and came in. Seeing her, Cormac was surprised. "It's so late, Aurora. Why aren't you asleep?"

"I can't sleep," Aurora said, walking over. "Uncle Cormac, your dad is sick, right? You should go take care of him. My school isn't far from here; I can come home after school and help Aunt Rowena, who's pregnant." Hearing this, Cormac and Rowena were so moved they didn't know what to say. Aurora was so thoughtful.

"Aurora, I'm an adult; I don't need you to take care of me," Rowena said, ruffling her hair affectionately. "You should focus on your studies and leave the rest to us." "Yeah, if I really can't manage, I can hire a maid."

Aurora insisted, "But with me here, why spend money on a maid? I took care of my dad for years when he was sick; I've got experience."

"That was because there was no other way before. Now I have options, so you don't need to worry about it," Cormac tried to persuad her. "Be good and go to sleep." "Alright then," Aurora waved and said, "Goodnight, Uncle Cormac, Aunt Rowena."

After Aurora left, Cormac quickly hugged Rowena. "You're pregnant; you can't stay up late. Go to sleep." "Okay, go check on Griffon first thing tomorrow. I'll be at home, so don't worry about me," Rowena said. "Alright," Cormac agreed.

Cormac was dreading the next day, but the sun would rise as usual.

The next morning, he went to the prison where Griffon was serving his sentence. After completing all the paperwork, he could take Griffon out for medical treatment. He expected to see Griffon walk out looking dejected and disheveled, but instead, Griffon was carried out.

Griffon looked much worse than Cormac had imagined. He had lost a ton of weight, aged at least ten years, with a face full of wrinkles, a pale complexion, and a skeletal frame.

If it weren't for the familiar outline, Cormac wouldn't have recognized him as Griffon.

Cormac hurriedly helped lift him onto the ambulance. Given his current state, he posed no threat, so only one police officer accompanied them symbolically.

After Griffon was placed in the ambulance, Cormac sat beside him. Griffon weakly half-opened his eyes and looked at Cormac.

When their eyes met, Cormac looked away, unsure of his own feelings at that moment.

"Cormac..." Griffon called out weakly, "I thought you wouldn't care about me..."

Cormac wanted to ignore him, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

"Don't talk now; let's get to the hospital first," Cormac said.

Cormac remained silent after that, accompanying Griffon to the hospital and taking him for various tests.

The test results were alarming: not only was it late-stage lung cancer, but the cancer cells had also spread to multiple areas. The doctor was right; no one could save him, and he wouldn't last beyond this month.