Mommy，We Got a Husband by Doris

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.

risk sticking around to have his mind

He couldn't meddle or ask Alaric to pick him up, which

I need a

Cormac over the phone, his

had been

was, steeling himself to answer Caspian's seldom-heard

prodigal son, Cormac, is back!" and the Nash family staff buzzed with

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

be too harsh. He's come back after all,"

tends to be restless at night, and I wouldn't want him disturbing you or Dad, so I've come to take

thought you'd come to your senses and were ready to make amends with us. Seems I was being overly sentimental," Griffon retorted with

room. His eye pressed against the thin gap in the door. The friction between his uncle and grandfather hung thick in the air, their

the past. If you still believe the fault is mine, then there's nothing left

in response,

this isn't your home in your heart, then don't bother

came

and go to bed!"

and then, without hesitation, scooped Harry into his arms and carried him out to the

had left, Griffon's face was a stormy picture of dread, muttering angrily

Cormac," Harry said gratefully once they were

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,

more. You're the first person I think of when

truly made Cormac laugh. "All right

leaned in closer and asked, "Cormac, what's the real beef between you and Grandpa? How come you guys just can't