Mommy，We Got a Husband
Chapter 60 Harry, Are You Even Human?

After Galatea had her injection, Alaric suggested, "How about we take another stroll outside today?"

"I'd like to try walking on my own," Galatea said. "I feel like I've gained some strength."

"All right, I'll support you," Alaric offered, noticing Galatea's reluctance.

"I've wiped you down, carried you, and now I'm just holding you up. What's all the fuss about?" Alaric ordered, "Listen to me!" Galatea honestly felt like cursing at that moment.

So, Alaric helped her out of bed, and although her first few steps were painful and weak, they proceeded.

"If it's too much, don't push yourself," he cautioned.

"It's okay, I think I can do it." Galatea leaned on the handrails outside the hospital room, gradually moving forward with Alaric's aid.

"Stop if you need to," Alaric reminded her after some time.

"I'll keep going a bit longer."

It was her first attempt at walking since the accident, and it wasn't too bad. Each day henceforth, she would get out of bed to walk-initially with Alaric's support, then partly on her own, and eventually, entirely by herself.

After a comprehensive examination that day, the doctor nodded approvingly, "You're recovering faster than expected. A few more days of observation, and if there are no issues, you can be discharged."

Having been hospitalized for over a month now, Galatea felt she'd forget how to walk if she stayed any longer.

"Just because you're discharged doesn't mean you're out of the woods. With your condition, don't even think about going back to work for six months. Get plenty of rest, avoid overexerting yourself, and try to stay upbeat. Don't let your emotions swing too wildly," the doctor advised.

"Okay." Galatea, being a doctor herself, understood all too well. Given the demanding nature of her job and her current physical state, returning to work anytime within six months was indeed out of the question.

'At least six months? The thought is worrisome - it means no income for half a year.'

"Thank you, Doctor." Alaric expressed his gratitude as the doctor left. He then turned to Galatea and said, "There's something I haven't told you. The guy who caused the accident says he's broke and would rather do jail time than pay you any compensation."

All Galatea could muster was a muted acknowledgment.

"If money's tight, I can lend you some," Alaric offered quite deliberately.

"No need," Galatea replied. "I already owe you half a million, with the promise of being your private physician to pay it off. If I borrowed more, wouldn't I be indebted to you for a lifetime? Don't worry, Mr. Knight, I've got savings. I won't starve." "All right then, if you don't want the loan, I won't insist."

"I don't want it!" Galatea said firmly. "I'm going to take a walk in the garden. Don't follow me!"

With that, she turned and slowly made her way out. Watching her walk with difficulty, Alaric couldn't help but shake his head and smile.

Once in the garden and seated on a bench, Galatea's phone rang. It was Elisa.

'It's been over a month since I've seen Elisa. I've missed her.'

"Hello, Elisa."

"Mom, did you run off to tour the world with Mr. Knight? How long are you going to be away? You and your future hubby are having fun traveling and forgot you have two kids?" "I'll be back in three or four days," Galatea replied.

"Really?" Elisa's voice brightened. "That's fantastic! And it's almost your birthday. We can celebrate it together when you get back!"

'Birthday? Had Elisa not mentioned it, I would have completely forgotten.'

"How sweet that my Elisa remembers my birthday."

"I'm your angel, of course, I remembered," Elisa said. "All right, Mom, you and Mr. Knight have fun. I'll be waiting at home."

After hanging up, Elisa reached for the black card she'd set aside. She had made her decision.

She decided to use Harry's money to buy Mom an extraordinary birthday gift.

"Harry, don't just sit around at home. Come with me. We're going out."

Elisa grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him out the door.

"Why'd you drag me to the mall?" Harry grumbled as Elisa tugged him along, his least favorite activity - shopping with girls - destined to torture him endlessly.

"To get Mom a birthday present. Did you forget her birthday is coming up?"

"Of course not. Isn't it still over two weeks away?"

"That's exactly why we need to start preparing now!" Elisa's eyes danced with ideas. "I want to get Mom a really beautiful necklace. She's such an elegant and lovely lady. She deserves the finest jewelry." "Elisa, didn't we just agree not to be reckless with money?"

"Wow, there's the jewelry store!" Elisa didn't catch a word Harry said as she dashed inside and instantly fell in love with a particular necklace.

"Excuse me. How much is this necklace? I'd like to buy it!"

The sales associate smiled at her enthusiasm, replying, "Young lady, this is an exquisite and costly piece. If you want it, you should get an adult to purchase it for you."

"I'm getting a birthday surprise for Mom. She can't know about it." Elisa whipped out a sleek black credit card. "Don't worry, I've got the funds."

Elisa was too quick, and Harry couldn't stop her.

The sales associate hadn't taken the child seriously at first, but the sight of the black card changed that. Her demeanor shifted instantly.

"All right, sweetheart, you want this one? Let me wrap it up for you." Eager to complete the sale, she swiped the card quickly, then prompted, "Please enter the PIN."

Elisa glanced at Harry, signaling for him to enter the PIN. Harry froze. How was he supposed to know the PIN for Caspian's card?

"Sorry, ma'am, just a moment," Harry said as he pulled Elisa aside. "Elisa, have you lost your mind? Buying such an expensive necklace - do you even realize what you're doing?"

"Harsh, Harry. Since when did you become so stingy? It's a birthday present for Mom. You're loaded, and you still can't be generous?

"Harry, we're talking about Mom, you know, the one who raised us on her own, pinching pennies, barely spending on herself so she could take care of us. Now that you've made it big, can't we splurge a little on her? "I'm heartbroken. You're just an ungrateful kid."

Harry stayed silent.

"Come on, if you're starting to feel guilty, it's not too late. Go enter that PIN."

"I don't know the PIN."

"It's your card, and you don't know your PIN? Harry, are you lying now just to avoid paying your mom's expenses?"

Suddenly, Harry felt as if he was drowning in his very own web of lies, each one piled upon another, just to keep the grand illusion alive.

'What now?' he wondered.