Mommy，We Got a Husband by Doris

Chapter 34 The Man She Once Loved Deeply

Alaric looked at the thick stack of documents with disbelief. Galatea explained,

"Your condition is serious. You must adhere strictly to the regimen I've outlined. It's a long process and requires

ongoing, strict self-discipline. If the patient doesn't cooperate, not even God can save them!" "I'm not just trying

to scare you!" Seeing Alaric's nonchalant attitude, Galatea reminded him again, "Your last episode almost killed

you, and your delusional disorder has reached a very severe stage." "I'll say it again, | do not have a delusional

disorder!" Every tGalatea mentioned it, Alaric got angry.

"No one with a mental illness ever admits to having one," she rebutted.

Alaric fell silent.

"Don't worry, though. | have strict professional ethics. | assure you that your reputation is safe with me. It's just a

delusion, treating someone else's child as your own. It's not yet a danger to society, something you can easily

conceal," she reassured with a hint of sarcasm.

Alaric was at a loss for words.

"How's your sleep been?" inquired Galatea.

"Not good." Alaric had to admit the truth. Perhaps because he had been comatose for three years, he'd been

plagued by insomnia ever since. Add to that Caspian's illness, and a good night's sleep had beca luxury.

"If you want to see an improvement in your health, better sleep is a top priority." Galatea swelled with pride as

she continued, "You're lucky to haveas your personal physician. I've got quite the knack for treating

insomnia. Just two sessions a week, and you'll notice a significant improvement."

She was confident in her skills, regardless of the severity of the sleeplessness.

"If | remember correctly, you're a surgeon. Treating insomnia seems more like an internist's job."

"You're right. Internal medicine is not my forte, but I've got practical experience with insomnia." Galatea couldn't

help but delve into her story. "Ambrose suffered so badly from insomnia that he could hardly sleep once a day.

After my physical therapy, he began to improve within a week and significantly so within a month. He called me

a once-in-a-century miracle worker."

Galatea was bubbly as she shared this but then abruptly stopped.

'What was she saying? How could she mention him so thoughtlessly?"

Noticing Galatea's expression change, Alaric casually asked, "Ambrose, was he your late husband?"

‘Late husband. That's the lie she told Alaric, but it wasn't true. Ambrose Vale, her fiancé, the man she had loved

with all her might. The sman who pushed her into hopelessness, back into hell. 'She could still vividly

remember how happy she was on their engagement day, thinking she'd live in bliss every day henceforth. But

the tragedy struck too fast, catching her off guard. ‘Terrified, she called him immediately. There was no answer

coming from his end. His house was empty when she checked.

'She was left alone, weeping over her father's corpse all night. Alone, she dealt with her father's affairs. Alone,

she crouched in a dark room, listening to the relentless pounding of creditors at the door. 'That was the darkest

tof her life when she needed him the most, and he vanished without a word, without any warning. Ambrose

Vale, | gave you my whole heart. Why be so heartless?’

As a tissue was offered to her, she snapped back to reality. Unaware, tears had once again streaked down her

cheeks.

"Thanks," Galatea said, hastily taking the tissue and lowering her head to dab her tears, "I'm sorry, that was my

fault just now."

It was the second tthat Alaric had seen Galatea cry. Just moments ago, he had clearly seen her face shift

from pride to sudden despondence and then to an overwhelming sorrow that she could not contain.

‘Subconscious reactions don't lie. She must have truly loved her late husband," he thought.

"| apologize. Let's continue with your situation," Galatea said, trying to regain her composure. "I can't promise a

cure, but it'll definitely help. However, | need your cooperation."

"Sure," Alaric agreed, finding no reason to doubt her assurance in treating his insomnia.

"How about we schedule you for physical therapy sessions on Wednesdays and Saturdays, would that work?"

"Sure."

As the conversation ended, Alaric's alarm went off an alarm he had set specifically for Caspian.

Every Friday at 4:45 PM, because Caspian attended a boarding school during the week, Alaric would set this

alarm to remind himself to pick his son up, fearing he might forget amidst his busy schedules. "Cwith me."

"Where are we going?" she asked..

"To pick up my son."

"Why should | accompany you to pick up your son?" she asked in confusion.

"Don't you like my son? You couldn't wait to play mom to him, even going so far as to falsely accuseof

having delusions?"

Galatea was silent.

"I won't argue with you. I'll go with you now to pick up your son. If you don't believe what | say, let your son tell

you himself!" With that, she grabbed her purse and stormed out of his office ahead of him. Alaric snorted coldly

in disbelief. 'So, she was stubborn even when she was about to be confronted?’ Well then, he thought, let

Caspian do the talking.

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