Mommy，We Got a Husband by Doris

Chapter 21 Bringing Mom Home, Would Dad Consider It?

Caspian sent Harry a message.

Caspian: [Harry, call me back when you can. It's an emergency.]

When Harry received the message, he glanced at Alaric, who had just removed his coat, and swiftly deleted the text before Alaric could notice.

"Dad, you must be tired from driving. Go rest, I'm just going to use the restroom," said Harry before darting into the bathroom and locking the door from the inside.

Caspian was waiting anxiously for the call. As soon as his phone rang, he locked himself in the bathroom as well.

"Caspian, what's the emergency?" Harry asked worriedly.

"It's about the setup the other day. You probably don't know yet. I'll fill you in." Galatea had mistakenly thought he was Harry, and the dinner that ended in chaos was the start of their misunderstanding. Caspian knew he had to clear the air with Harry.

Harry was dumbfounded after hanging up the call. "So, it was because of you that Mom got into trouble? No wonder she lost her temper with me that day."

"It's not the main issue, Harry. The thing is... their misunderstanding has blown way out of proportion. Mom even thinks Dad's lost his mind - that is certainly going to block any chance they might have to patch things up. You're the smart one. Think of something." Caspian requested.

"Smart, you say?" Harry gloated.

"Anyway, just figure out a way to clear up the misunderstanding between them," Caspian instructed.

"What can I possibly do?" Harry was at a loss.

ready to pull his hair out in frustration.

chin in hand, Harry mused. He had no clue

the only way was to

to his surprise, and found Alaric cooking in

tell you to rest? Why are you cooking?" Harry asked, rushing

a while since I've made you something. Let me cook for you today." Due to Caspian's medication, he had been on a strict diet, with meals prepared by

for his

must've slept poorly in the hotel last night, and then you came to pick me up this morning. Cooking on top of that is too much. Let me

going to cook?" Alaric said, astonished. He had never let Caspian in the kitchen before; how could he possibly know

Dad; I can honestly cook," Harry said as he gently ushered Alaric out

the door, leaving Alaric with mixed emotions of

tired. After all, he had suffered an unexpected health scare last night and couldn't recover that quickly. He settled on the sofa

emerged with a beautifully

surprised by the sight of the meal.

A breakfast made with love," Harry said with

tasted it yet, Alaric felt a sense of bliss just at the sight of the meal prepared by his son. Lately, the kid hadn't only been free of illnesses but also seemed to be exceptionally

Harry leaned on his hand and looked up at him somewhat coyly. "When I started feeling better, I discovered a bunch of new talents. Cooking is just one of them. Dad, see, you just kept the stepmom out of my hair, and look how much I've improved. Now, if you were to marry the woman of my dreams, I can't even imagine

though he was still lobbying for Galatea to be his mom, his mix of cajoling and trickery made it hard for

you get so crafty?" Alaric was genuinely

gave him an innocent, cheeky

ready for it and let me

begin. He and Elisa had just come back to the States, and their

likely breeze through, but what about him? He knew

need to find a chance to grill Caspian