Mommy，We Got a Husband

This thought had never crossed Alaric's mind in all the years that had passed.

But now, the fact that someone looked so similar to Caspian that even his own mother couldn't tell them apart forced him to consider the possibility. "I'm just wondering if there's a chance," Alaric said calmly.

"There's absolutely no chance!" Cormac replied firmly. "Consider it if your guess is right and Orion isn't Caspian's biological mother, that would mean my parents, my sister, and your mother have all been lying to you. Do you think that's possible?"

"I'll break it down for you one by one, starting with your mom. You know best what kind of person she is, right? Your mom places a high value on social standing and family reputation, even more than her own life. If she were looking for a woman to have your child, it would definitely be someone from a good background with attractive looks, a high level of education, and high intelligence someone with excellent genes.

However, the only ones who meet these criteria are ladies from illustrious families. In the absence of love for you, do you think any of these well-bred women would have a child for someone she considers almost a ghost and then quietly leave after giving birth, leaving the child behind?

Okay, let's go to extremes. Even if your mom did find such a woman, one who not only had your child but also left the child with the Zhan family, do you really think Orion would be willing to take on this role? And to go even further, even if Orion lost her mind and fell madly in love, you know my father, right? He's cherished Orion as the apple of his eye ever since she was young. How could he bear to let his precious daughter do such a thing?"

Cormac laid out the arguments that Alaric had already considered. Indeed, they were hard to make sense of, yet there they were, two identical children right before his eyes.

Such an improbable event had occurred. He couldn't believe it was such a coincidence.

"All the analysis is useless when a single DNA test is enough," Alaric said.

"What? You want to do a DNA test?" Cormac was truly shocked. "With whom? You and Caspian? Or Caspian and Orion?"

"I have never doubted that Caspian is my son," Alaric declared with conviction. "Caspian and I don't need a DNA test. He is undoubtedly my boy!"

"So, you mean you want Caspian and Orion to have a DNA test?" Cormac was desperate enough to cry. "Mr. Knight, can't we stop chasing wild ideas? You know if you go through with this, no matter the outcome, it's going to hurt them and could damage the relations between our families."

"If the test proves my suspicions right, then I'm the one who should be heartbroken," Alaric stated coldly.

Cormac couldn't help but laugh through his worry, nodding repeatedly, "Yes, you're right, of course. But I still say the chances of what you're suggesting are nearly zero. However, if you're insistent, I can't stop you. Just not now my mom's not well right now. Do it for my sake. Let's put this matter on hold."

"What's wrong with your mom?" Alaric asked, concerned.

"She's been complaining about stomach pain and discomfort for the past few days. I took her to the hospital, and they said it was a severe inflammation-something that some medication should clear up. We were relieved, but after several days of treatment, she felt no relief, and the pain only got worse."

After showing my mom's medical images to several experts, one suspected that she might have cancer, but it wasn't certain. Further tests were needed. I was trying to figure out an excuse to get my mom to go for another check-up without raising her suspicions.

"You're a doctor yourself. can't you tell the difference between inflammation and cancer?" Alaric reproached.

"Come on, everyone has their specialty. I'm a psychologist, not an oncologist. If those professionals couldn't tell, how could I?" Cormac replied.

"If there's even a chance, you should rush your mom to get tested. Don't miss the best window for treatment."

"I know that," Cormac sighed, "but the expert only suspected the possibility. So many doctors didn't see it. It might just be a false alarm."

"I hope it is a false alarm."

Conflicted by Alaric's words, Cormac wondered whether it was better to have a false alarm or not.

After lunch with Cormac, Alaric returned to the company, where Silas Moon handed him a contract to review.

"Mr. Alaric, please take a look."

Alaric quickly read through the contract and felt it looked fine. Upon closing the contract, Silas Moon hurriedly reported:

"Mr. Alaric, I've asked Mr. Gavin he is available to meet anytime, it's just up to you."

Glancing at his calendar, Alaric said, "Let's schedule for tomorrow morning at nine in the reception room."

"Alright, Mr. Alaric."

Once Silas left, Alaric busied himself with work again until he noticed it was almost five o'clock.

"Knock, knock." Just then, a knock came at the door.

"Come in."

The person who entered was Galatea, but she looked different-her hair was cut short, tucked behind one ear, giving her a particularly youthful and fresh appearance. "It's my first day out after being discharged from the hospital, and I happened to walk by a salon, so I decided to get a haircut. It felt right, like a fresh start after a close call." "The hairstyle suits you," praised Alaric, "You look beautiful."

"Thank you." Galatea then asked, "Are you done with your work? If you are, we can start."

"No rush, let's grab dinner first."

"I'm not hungry; I can start with the acupuncture, and then..."

"I'm hungry."

"Okay then," Galatea agreed.

Alaric took her to a seaside restaurant, which was designed with an extravagant atmosphere. The place was mostly filled with couples. This man really knew how to play his cards. After settling in at the table, the waiter handed Galatea the menu. She glanced at it briefly and ordered a simple steak.

"Are you trying to save money for me?" Alaric asked, chuckling. "Last time, you skipped a meal and ended up in a car accident. Now that you're out of the hospital, I owe it to you to treat you properly." So, sticking to the previous order Galatea had made, Alaric ordered the same dishes for her once again.

"Alright, Mr. Knight isn't short on cash, so I won't hold back," Galatea said, finishing her thought with another question. "But don't you have to cook for your son every day? How come you're able to dine out today?"

Alaric laughed at her question before saying, "It's not necessary anymore. My boy has grown up and understands things better now. He can either have the chef make his meals, or he can cook for himself."

Galatea couldn't believe it and continued, "Don't mind my asking, but you really should spend more time with your child and have more talks with him. Kids these days have so many ideas."

"I might actually need your advice on that," Alaric said as he gazed at her. "What exactly is it that makes kids like you so much?"