Mommy，We Got a Husband

In the desolate cemetery, with only the sound of the wind in her ears, Galatea's phone kept ringing in her bag, but she didn't hear it.

Before her were the graves of Brennan and Mom Storm, Mom Storm had passed away early, and Brennan had always said that he wanted to be buried with Mom Storm after his death. Brennan had a tragic demise, finding solace only in being laid to rest alongside Mom Storm.

"I'm sorry, Brennan, for not showing respect earlier; coming to see you now."

Galatea knelt before the gravestones of Brennan and Mom Storm, gazing at their photos on the tombstone, where Brennan's perpetual smile was captured.

Seeing that smile now, Galatea was heartbroken even more. Her mind was filled with the words Ambrose had said to her.

"Brennan, you didn't commit suicide, right? You couldn't bear to leave me, right? Who really harmed you?"

For so many years, Galatea had been unable to understand this question, even harboring resentment. She resented Brennan for leaving her, for leaving her in debt and desperate, turning her into an orphan.

It had never occurred to Galatea that Brennan might not have taken his own life..

Galatea's heart felt unbearably painful now. She couldn't imagine the despair and reluctance Brennan must have felt when he was pushed down the stairs. She couldn't imagine the pain and regret Brennan experienced in his final moments as he took his last breath.

"I'm sorry, Brennan, it's my incompetence. I'm useless." Galatea couldn't help but cover her face and cry in pain.

Galatea's pain was now a hundred times worse than when Brennan had just passed away. She felt that she was foolish. It had been seven years since Brennan's unjust death, and she still had no idea who the murderer was.

Brennan was murdered, and the killer was still at large. Galatea had never known of such a killer's existence. She had even resented Brennan for his cruelty and selfishness.

Alaric called Galatea again, but the phone kept ringing as Galatea didn't answer.

Later, Alaric's phone rang again. He thought it was Galatea calling back, but it was Silas.

"Mr. Alaric, do you need to reschedule the 2 p.m. meeting?"

Alaric hadn't arrived at the office yet, so Silas called to inquire.

Alaric checked the time and said, "No need, I'll be there right away."

It was noon now, and Galatea should be busy with the renovation or perhaps sleeping. Once she fell asleep, she was like a log, unable to hear the phone even if it rang. Okay, let Galatea sleep.

So Alaric put down his phone and hurried to the office for the meeting. At the same time, Mrs. Marigold had also arrived at the Knight family villa. "Where is Caspian?"

As soon as Mrs. Marigold entered the villa, she asked the servants. The servants knew Mrs. Marigold mistreated Caspian, and now that Caspian was injured, they were worried that Mrs. Marigold might harm him. When Mrs. Marigold asked, the servants didn't know how to respond.

"Why are you all silent? Where is Caspian?" It was the weekend, and Caspian didn't have to go to school.

"Mrs. Marigold, Caspian is injured and currently asleep in bed."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Marigold was swept with a wave of compassion. "How did Caspian come to be injured?"

"We're uncertain as to the cause of Caspian's affliction, and he has been diagnosed as a fracture."

Upon hearing that, Mrs. Marigold said angrily. "How painful that must be! Will Caspian have any lasting effects? My poor Caspian, how could he suffer like this? You fools, how have you been taking care of Caspian? If anything happens to Caspian, I will skin you alive!"

After saying this, Mrs. Marigold hurriedly ran to Caspian's room. Hearing Mrs. Marigold's words, the servants looked at each other in disbelief.

Mrs. Marigold, who usually disliked Caspian, was suddenly showing concern for him.

Mrs. Marigold rushed into Caspian's room and saw him sleeping peacefully in bed. Tears immediately welled up in her eyes.

"Caspian, my poor grandson, it's my fault. You've been by my side all this time, but I didn't even know you were my flesh and blood."

At this point, Mrs. Marigold couldn't control herself, and tears streamed down her face.

Mrs. Marigold remembered Alaric's words before, he said that the spiritual connection between biological father and son, and he knew Caspian was his son without the DNA test.

She didn't have such a connection with her grandson, and she realized how much Caspian had suffered and been neglected over the years.

It was all her fault!

"Caspian, I know I was wrong. I will take good care of you."

As Mrs. Marigold spoke, she stroked Harry's face, her hands trembling uncontrollably, filled with excitement.

Harry had been sleeping soundly but suddenly felt someone touching his face, tickling him!

Harry was disturbed and woke up, opening his eyes to see Mrs. Marigold touching his face and about to reach his neck. He quickly sat up and moved away quickly. "It hurts!"

His bottom!

"What's wrong, Caspian? Did I touch the injured area?" Mrs. Marigold asked anxiously, her hands trembling. "What are you feeling? Doctor, doctor!"

"Mrs. Marigold, please don't call the doctor. I'll be fine in a moment." Harry quickly stopped her.

The doctor arrived and began various examinations, asking him to take off his pants and inspect his bottom. Although Harry was only six years old, he still had his dignity! "What were you doing just now? Were you trying to strangle me while I was sleeping?" Harry questioned Mrs. Marigold.

"Caspian, you're injured. I am just worried about you. How could I bear to strangle you?"

Hearing Mrs. Marigold say this, Harry was completely stunned. What was going on? Mrs. Marigold had suddenly changed tactics and was now expressing concern for him.

"Mrs. Marigold, what kind of act are you doing now?" Harry didn't believe it at all. "You used to curse me, and now you're suddenly concerned about a bastard. If I fell and died, wouldn't you be even happier?" "Caspian, it was all my fault before. I was foolish and mistaken. I actually believed you weren't my grandson. I was completely confused."

"Wait a minute, Mrs. Marigold, you've completely confused me now. You used to think I wasn't your grandson, and then you treated me badly?"

"Yes, I was deceived by bad people."

"So now I'm your grandson again?"

"Yes, it's clearly written in the DNA results."

As soon as Mrs. Marigold finished speaking, Harry felt like he had been struck by lightning. What did Mrs. Marigold just say?