Mommy，We Got a Husband by Doris

Chapter 70 Alaric Already Knew

Hearing this, Galatea was caught between laughter and tears. Not this again!

"What's the matter?" Alaric teased. "You successfully won over my son, and you're not happy?"

"Alaric, I don't want to discuss this anymore," Galatea pleaded with sheer resignation. "There's the physical aftermath and the psychological ones. I can treat your physical issues, but there's really nothing I can do for your mental ones. Can you please see a specialist for that?"

"So Dr. Galatea thinks I have a delusional disorder?"

"Otherwise, what?" Galatea was on the verge of tears, "I've never even seen your son. I don't even know what he looks like. First, you call the police on me. Then you accuse me of trying to ingratiate myself with your son. Isn't that a classic case of delusion?"

Seeing Galatea react like this seemed to validate Alaric's suspicions, but it was truly incredible. Could Caspian really look so much like his son Harry that she would mistake one for the other?

"You know, I still haven't seen your son," Alaric said. "I've wanted to meet him, but for some reason, I never have."

"Well, I'm sorry, but you still won't get to see him," Galatea said. "Harry and Elisa have gone to the countryside to experience life there. They'll be gone for two weeks."

Two weeks? Alaric still wouldn't see her son.

Alaric pulled out his phone, scrolled through his photo album to find a picture of Caspian, and showed it to Galatea, deliberately asking, "This is your son, right?"

Galatea was startled when she saw Caspian's picture on Alaric's phone. "Why do you have a picture of my son?"

Before Alaric could respond, she angrily accused him, "Are you investigating me? Alaric, what is wrong with you? Our relationship is a sham. I'm just your personal doctor, and yet you have someone spy on my son? What are you after?" From Galatea's instinctual reaction, Alaric believed she wasn't lying at all. So he asked again, "Are you sure this is your son?"

recognize my own son?"

laughed, amazed that such an absurd situation

and, by chance, met Galatea, who had mistaken him for her own son. Caspian, who had longed for a mother's love, found himself melting under her tenderness.

Alaric switched from laughing to a deep, pensive frown. "You're

been many years since your husband passed away. Haven't you

"Just answer me!"

that kind of question isn't job-related. Why should I have to answer you?" Galatea couldn't stand Alaric's tone - it was

pregnant and has a child, it's bound to affect her work. So you

this question, Galatea responded, her resolve firm,

had always been resolute, at least for

one, she had been hurt by love before. she didn't want to, nor did she have the courage to embark on another relationship. Secondly, and most importantly, she had been someone's bride only for luck, and the birth

didn't even know who the man was, although she firmly believed that her child belonged to that man. However, the DNA results Mrs. Marigold

and couldn't fathom

when it comes to love," Alaric said sarcastically. "Your man has been dead for so many years, and you

having a child with that man, it

Galatea answered honestly. "I'd rather spend my time reading medical books than dating. The money I earn is

affection about her late husband, and now she was spouting such words. It was clear there was a contradiction

really couldn't

kind of girls do you like?" Galatea suddenly got curious. Remembering the last

this," Galatea

know what I like, but I despise women who lecture me with grand truths, who put on an air of moral superiority in front

with?" Galatea shook her head in resignation and chuckled. "You, my friend, would be better off with a docile little kitten, the kind who does whatever you say, gentle as water, deeply devoted and wise, and especially one who admires

here. Tomorrow is Wednesday. You're scheduled to give me acupuncture at the