Mommy，We Got a Husband by Doris

Chapter 72 Alaric Starts to Suspect

The large study with its refined desk and all the new furniture and appliances felt somewhat alien to Galatea.

She found it odd because Alaric's decorating style usually featured a minimalist and cool color palette, yet this

room felt surprisingly cozy.

Since she was busy moving today and hadn't had a chance to respond to a sick friend's message, Galatea

started replying to them one by one. She answered each message with patience and responsibility, suggesting

medications, dosages, and precautions until one message caught her attention.

"Always feeling lazy and weak, no appetite, daydreaming - no cure and no doctor to turn to. Is there any hope?"

Galatea furrowed her brow at this message. Was this another weirdo?

"How long have you been experiencing these symptoms?" she asked.

On the other end of the inteconnection, Alaric's eyes narrowed slightly, and then a sly smile crept over his

face as he replied, "Been like this since birth."

"May | ask how old you are?" Galatea queried.

"Thirty-eight," Alaric responded flippantly.

"Have you been like this for all thirty-eight years?"

"es."

Alaric couldn't help but find amusement in his mischief, and after smiling again, he suddenly felt a shiver of thrill.

He was someone who rarely made a joke, always serious and earnest, and it never crossed his mind that he

would one day play such a prank online.

"I suggest you go out and find a job. It might do you good not to be idle all the time," Galatea advised.

Seeing Galatea's reply made Alaric burst into full laughter, uninhibited and genuine.

"Crazy!" Galatea muttered under her breath and closed the chat window, feeling slightly aggravated. "Lazy is

lazy, so there is no need to sugarcoat it. Speople have no shame."

Harry had just finished showering and stepped out of the bathroom when he passed by the slightly ajar door of

the study. He caught a glimpse of Alaric laughing through the gap and was taken aback.

Pretending to be Caspian for so long, he was used to Alaric's stern manner and had never before seen him laugh

so freely. Curious about what was so entertaining, Harry quietly edged the door open and tiptoed in behind

Alaric. Reading the last line of the chat window aloud, he murmured, "I suggest you..."

"Snap!" Hearing Harry behind him, Alaric quickly closed his laptop and asked, "When did you cin?"

"Just when you were laughing your head off," Harry asked curiously, "Dad, what were you watching just now? You

seemed really happy."

"It's nothing."

"Are you in love?"

Alaric was taken aback.

"I heard it from Cormac," Harry continued. "He said that people in love can't help but smile stupidly like you just

did."

"What sort of nonsense is Cormac filling your head with? Go back to your room and sleep!" Alaric scolded Harry.

"Oh." Harry slunk out of the study, still muttering under his breath, "He was so happy just a second ago, and now

he's all grouchy. So boring!"

After Harry left, Alaric reopened his laptop, saw that Galatea had logged off, and then shut down his computer,

leaving the study.

Once Alaric left the study, he went to rest, but Galatea couldn't sleep. She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling

window, looking out at the beautiful night view.

From this viewpoint, the city of Arizon seemed so vast, as vast as the ocean. To find someone in such a sprawling

city was like looking for a needle in a haystack. Her poor son, where could he be?

The next day, Alaric spent the whole morning in meetings. After hours of discussion, they finally decided that the

contract would go to Far East International.

"Get the contract draft tofirst for review," Alaric instructed Silas Moon. "And arrange a tfor the

representative from Far East International. We need to discuss the specifics of the cooperation in person."

"Of course, Mr. Alaric," Silas Moon replied. "From what | know, Mr. Gavin has been in Arizon since he returned to

the country. He's been waiting a long tfor this meeting with you."

Alaric found Gavin's behavior puzzling, but he decided to wait and ask him in person when they met.

"Alaric, you jerk." Cormac was cursing as he walked over. "You callover just to wait on your meeting?"

Before the meeting, Alaric had called Cormac to cto the office because he needed to talk to him about

something. He hadn't anticipated the meeting running so long, and he actually felt a bit bad for making Cormac

wait. "What do you feel like eating? It's my treat," Alaric said as he entered the elevator, with Cormac's eyes

lighting up as he followed.

It wasn't often that Alaric offered to buy him a meal, so Cormac planned to choose the most expensive

restaurant with the costliest steak and wine.

"It's not every day Mr. Knight needs to see me," Cormac said as he sliced his steak, "What's the matter?"

"I've got a question for you. If there are two kids the sage who look almost exactly alike but aren't twins,

what are the odds of that happening?"

Cormac paused in his cutting, thought for less than a second, and immediately responded, "Medically speaking,

even identical twins aren't going to look perfectly alike. As for two unrelated individuals being indistinguishable,

the probability is almost zero."

"Almost zero?" Alaric murmured, repeating the phrase to himself.

"Why the sudden curiosity?" Cormac asked, puzzled.

"Just wondering," Alaric replied, taking a sip of his red wine and swallowing before continuing, "It's nothing."

"Have you becbored to this extent?" Cormac couldn't help but ask, "Are you still the Alaric | know?" Alaric

remained silent.

When Cormac was about halfway through chewing a bite of his steak, he continued, "I'm speaking strictly in

terms of medical probability. But the world is full of wonders, and not everything can be so absolute. It's normal

for there to be two highly similar people in the world, but not completely identical. Any differences, however

slight, may simply go unnoticed."

Consumed by his own thoughts as he listened, Alaric put his cutlery down after a moment and looked at Cormac

seriously. "You didn't witness Orion's pregnancy and the birth of her child, did you?"

"Why are you asking about this now?"

"Just answer me!"

"I was abroad the entire time," Cormac replied honestly. "I didn't even hear a whisper about it. By the t|

returned, the child was already born."

"Could it be possible, then, that the person who had my child was not Orion at all?"

Alaric's question startled Cormac. He asked anxiously, "Alaric, have you lost your mind? What are you talking

about?"