Mommy，We Got a Husband

"Mr. Vale, you've been burning the candle at both ends. How about taking a breather?"

Tommy noticed Ambrose looking a bit out of it and quickly suggested.

Ambrose slowly came back to reality, looked at Tommy, and asked, "Tommy, is there anyone in this world you care about deeply, or who cares deeply about you?" Tommy was caught off guard by the sudden question.

"Yeah," Tommy replied without hesitation.

Yeah? Ambrose felt a twinge of envy at how easily Tommy answered. Must be nice to have someone who truly cares about you.

But Ambrose didn't have that. His mom didn't love him; she had him just to squeeze money out of Stuart. When that didn't work, she ditched him and took off.

And Stuart? He couldn't stand Ambrose, always calling him a bastard and showing zero affection.

If there was anyone who cared about him, it might've been Denny. Denny had been loyal before he mysteriously vanished.

If he shattered like that glass, no one would be there to pick up the pieces.

Since he wasn't in the mood to work, Ambrose decided to keep chatting with Tommy.

"A girlfriend?" Ambrose asked.

"Nope, never been in a relationship," Tommy answered honestly, then added, "Mr. Vale, you interested in my story? I can tell you if you want."

"Sure, why not. Let's kill some time."

"Honestly, my upbringing wasn't much better than yours, Mr. Vale. My parents split up when I was just a kid. They both moved on, started new families, and had more kids. I was the odd one out."

"No one really looked after me. Sometimes, I'd go two days without eating. But I got lucky and met someone who took me in." Tommy continued.

"He gave me a home and supported me through my Ph.D. To me, he's like a real father. No, actually, he's a thousand times better than a real father." Could a foster father really be this incredible?

Ambrose laughed bitterly. He shouldn't have asked.

Even a foster father could treat Tommy so well, while his own biological father, Stuart, called him a bastard and wished him dead.

Thinking about it, he clenched his fists, eyes filled with rage. If his crimes ever came to light and he couldn't escape death, he'd make sure to take Stuart down first. Ambrose said, "You can go now."

"Yes, Mr. Vale," Tommy said respectfully, then left the office, closing the door behind him.

After leaving, Tommy glanced back, then hurried to press the down button for the elevator.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, he saw Stuart standing inside. Tommy remained respectful. "Mr. Vale, hello."

After greeting, Tommy stepped into the elevator, but Stuart didn't get out. Instead, he looked at Tommy and asked, "Who exactly are you?"

Tommy was confused. "Mr. Stuart Vale, what do you mean? I'm Tommy, Mr. Ambrose Vale's new assistant."

"I saw a tiger head tattoo on your arm yesterday."

Hearing this, Tommy rolled up his sleeve, revealing the tattoo. "You mean this? What's the big deal?"

Stuart asked, "Why'd you get this tattoo?"

"Tigers are the kings of the forest. When I was young and dumb, I thought a tiger head tattoo was super cool, so I got it on a whim. It's been there ever since," Tommy answered calmly. "Just because of that?"

"What else?" Tommy shot back. "What's wrong with this tiger head tattoo?" "Nothing," Stuart said, stepping out of the elevator without another word. After getting to the office, Stellan was restless and couldn't focus on work.

Her phone buzzed with a message. Lazily picking it up, she saw it was from Alaric.

Alaric: [Galatea, I messed up. Please don't be mad. Considering I had my treatment today, don't work late tonight. Come home early, okay?]

Seeing his message, Stellan felt a little tug at her heart. Objectively speaking, Alaric had done enough as a husband.

But because she loved Alaric so much, she didn't care if the whole world doubted her. She only cared about Alaric's opinion.

She knew Alaric loved her, but she could also feel that he didn't fully trust her when it came to Marigold.

This created a barrier in her heart, making her feel uneasy and sad.

Stellan: [Okay.]

Seeing this, Alaric smiled happily. He was conflicted too. When he saw Hestia's firm stance, his faith wavered a bit, but on the other hand, he was really afraid of losing Stellan. Since she had agreed to come home early, Stellan wasted no time leaving the office the moment her shift ended.

When Stellan got home, Alaric was busy in the kitchen. Seeing him there, Stellan immediately ran over and scolded him, "You just had your treatment today. Why aren't you resting in bed? Who told you to cook?" "The reaction isn't bad today. I felt fine by noon. I made you mad, so I want to make it up to you," Alaric said.

"Not resting in bed is what really makes me mad!" Stellan angrily took the kitchen utensils from his hands, put them down, and dragged him back to the bedroom.

"Lie down here!"

"Fine," Alaric obediently lay down on the bed.

"Just one or two more months. Can't you help me feel a bit more at ease? Once you're fully recovered, you can cook all you want. But you're still in the treatment period. Do you understand?" Alaric looked at Stellan's angry face, and the angrier she got, the happier he felt inside.

"Are you afraid I'll die?"

Alaric's direct question made Stellan respond, "What do you think? If I weren't afraid, why would I work so hard to treat you? Isn't this question a bit silly?"

Hearing this, Alaric smiled, then pulled her close, looked into her eyes, and said, "I've never heard you say those words to me. I want to hear them now. Say them to me." What? Which words?

"Alaric, what's gotten into you? Why are you acting like this..."

"Galatea, I love you." Alaric interrupted her with these words. Hearing them, Stellan was stunned. She had never heard Alaric say this before.

"I've said it. Now it's your turn," Alaric insisted. "Say it to me."