Mommy，We Got a Husband by Doris

Chapter 2 Returning After Six Years, Mistaken for Her Own Son

Six years later, a plane from abroad touched down smoothly in Arizona. A woman dressed in a casual black

ensemble and sporting a baseball cap disembarked. Though her face was obscured, her figure and presence

were perhaps even more striking than those of a movie star.

What drew onlookers’ eyes were the two children beside her. A cool-looking boy wearing sunglasses pushed a

large suitcase on which sat the adorable Elisa, who was intently counting a handful of coins which were the

proceeds of her earnings at the airport.

She charged five bucks for a photo, and ten for an interaction.

"I made a total of two hundred and sixty dollars!" Elisa carefully tucked the money into her little purse before

looking up and exclaiming, "Harry, we can treat Mom and Mia Reed to a fancy dinner tonight!"

"In Arizona, the minimum cost for a fancy dinner per person is three hundred twenty dollars. If we two get half

off, it'll take nine hundred sixty dollars for the four of us. Your money isn't enough," Harry replied coolly.

Her cheerful face instantly fell as she pouted, "When can | get rich? | want to eat fancy dinners every day!"

As they reached the exit, they spotted someone outside the fence holding up a large photo with a nwritten

on it.

"Galatea!" Elisa squinted at the non the picture, examined it closely, her brows furrowing, and turned to the

woman, "Mom, that's you in the photo, isn't it?"

Galatea Hartley glanced at the photo and replied indifferently, "Yes, that's me."

Indeed, she was now known as Galatea, for Stellan had died six years ago in the delivery room.

The person tasked with picking them up overheard and hastened to say, "You must be Dr. Galatea! It's a pleasure

to meet you; I'm here from Serenity Heights Medical Center."

"Nice to meet you," Galatea responded with a nod.

Elisa, still fixated on the photograph, frowned deeper, "Mom, you look so undernourished in this photo; it doesn't

show off your beauty at all."

Galatea remained unfazed; ever since the Storm family went bankrupt, she disliked having her picture taken.

This was an old photo taken shortly after childbirth for her international records. Not in the best state, but too

apathetic to retake it, she had stuck with this picture ever since.

"Mom's a natural beauty; she looks good no matter what!" Harry patted Elisa's head gently, correcting her with a

grin.

The greeter at the airport looked at the two kids and couldn't help but smile, "Dr. Galatea, your siblings are

adorable."

With a contented smile, Galatea didn't bother to correct the relation and politely replied, "Would you mind

waiting a moment? I'll just drop them off and be right back."

"Of course, take your time, Dr. Galatea," the greeter replied.

Mia, who had cpick up the kids, had been waiting outside the airport. She had been a nanny during her

younger days with the Storm family. After the Storms went bankrupt and even Galatea's fiancé had taken off, it

was only Mia who remained steadfast by their side.

It was also Mia who had cthrough during the birth, begging the doctor to perform an emergency cesarean.

Otherwise, Galatea and the twins wouldn't have survived.

It was just tragic for her first child, who had been taken away before she even had a chance to see him. Mrs.

Marigold hated her, so she surely wouldn't have taken him in. That child was probably gone. The thought caused

her heart to ache.

After six years, Galatea finally recovered and cback. There was much to do, but finding her child was most

important. "Mia!" The crisp call of Harry and Elisa snapped her out of her reverie, and she turned to see the now

silver-haired Mia. "Mia, you've had a rough tthese past months." Mia had cback a month early just to

prepare for their return.

"Not at all," Mia embraced the two children lovingly and said with a smile, "With such well-behaved and adorable

kids, how could it be hard? Now, go on, Stellan, I'll take good care of Harry and Elisa." "Good luck on your first

day at work, Mom. We'll wait for you to chfor a yummy dinner," Elisa said with an enticingly sweet

smile.

After watching Mia and the kids drive off, Galatea turned back to the greeter with a soft smile, "Sorry for the

wait."

The greeter replied, "No problem at all, Dr. Galatea, shall we?"

Galatea got into the car with the greeter, and as they drove off, she gazed out the window, feeling both familiar

and estranged from the city after being away for six years.

Half an hour into the drive, they pulled into Serenity Heights Medical Center.

Entering Dr. Galen's office, Galen was looking over her resand stood up promptly as she walked in, "The

resis impressive, but meeting you in person - truly, seeing is believing."

"You flattertoo much," Galatea responded.

"Not at all," Galen continued, "You left a high-paying position at the American Institute of Medical Research to

decisively cback and contribute to our hometown's healthcare. You're incredible."

Galen's words left her feeling ashamed. She wasn't as enlightened as he thought; her choice to cto Serenity

Heights Medical Center was purely personal - this was the hospital where she'd given birth, the only place she

might uncover clues about her lost son.

"Con, I'll take you to meet your new colleagues in neurosurgery," said Galen.

The process of greeting the new staff wasn't complicated, and Galen took good care of her, even arranging a

private office.

They had planned a 'welcome-back' dinner for her tonight, but with so much to settle after returning to the

country, she decided to decline.

"Next week, when | officially start, I'll treat everyone to a meal."

After saying this, Galatea walked out. She had merely cto check in today and would start work the week

after.

Leaving the neurosurgery department, she intentionally visited the maternity ward, pausing outside the delivery

room for a few seconds before turning away.

After changing, as she turned a corner on her way to the restroom, she bumped into a young boy who was

running quickly.

"Hey there, are you okay?" Galatea bent down to help the boy, but her sentence was cut short when she saw his

face - her expression instantly darkened, "Harry! Didn't | tell you to go hwith Mia? Who let you sneak after