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.

Harry was ready to pull his hair out in frustration. Couldn't the guy wait for someone to finish talking before

chin in hand, Harry mused. He

one clear up such a misunderstanding without exposing the truth? Perhaps, the only way

to his surprise,

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

today." Due to Caspian's medication, he had been on a strict diet, with meals prepared by professional chefs according to a nutritional menu. Seeing his son in good spirits lately, Alaric

for his son was an

you came to pick me up this morning. Cooking on top of

cook?" Alaric said, astonished. He had never let Caspian

of lazy 'old' Elisa since I was three. Don't underestimate me Dad; I can

pushed Alaric out of the kitchen and closed the door,

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

emerged with a

sight of the meal. His

a taste, Dad. A breakfast made with

his son. Lately, the kid hadn't only been free of illnesses but also seemed to be exceptionally thoughtful. "Caspian, when

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

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

did you get so crafty?" Alaric

gave him an innocent, cheeky

it and let me

and Elisa had just come back to the States, and their mom had already enrolled them

routines. Caspian would likely breeze through, but what about him? He knew

a chance to