Mommy，We Got a Husband

"Why are you here so early in the morning?" Galatea couldn't believe it was a mere coincidence to meet Ambrose at the hotel, so she questioned him directly. "This is the hotel where I'm staying." Ambrose then asked, "But Mrs. Knight, what brings you here?"

"No comment." Galatea had nothing more to say to Ambrose.

The hotel's breakfast was self-service. Galatea grabbed two slices of toast and a glass of milk and sat down by the window, finding Ambrose approaching with his breakfast and sitting directly across from her. This move surprised Galatea, then quickly turned into disgust.

"Excuse me, may I sit here?" Ambrose, already seated, asked without waiting for permission.

Galatea remained silent, lowering her head to start eating. The atmosphere and feeling were making her sick.

What did Ambrose want to do? Galatea suddenly found it amusing. Her former lover was now pretending to be a stranger, and in a situation without others around, it seemed Ambrose found acting enjoyable. Galatea slammed her milk glass on the table, stood up, and said, "Excuse me, I don't like eating with strangers."

Now Galatea had lost her appetite completely. She just wanted to leave as soon as possible, hoping Ambrose disappear from her sight.

"Stellan!"

Just as Galatea turned to leave, Ambrose's voice came from behind, a very familiar but unfamiliar name that shook her.

Back when they were together, Ambrose used to call her like that, full of affection and intimacy. But now Ambrose had no right to call her in such a manner.

Gathering herself, Galatea turned back to face Ambrose and coldly said, "I don't know what you're talking about. My name is Galatea."

"Changing your name doesn't change who you are, Stellan." Ambrose looked at Galatea and asked, "Even if you've changed your appearance, I would recognize you at first sight."

Upon hearing this, Galatea found it ridiculous. What was Ambrose trying to achieve with this tone, as if she had wronged him in the past?

Galatea sat back down across from Ambrose. There was no point in pretending anymore. It was time to explain clearly.

"Aren't you afraid of Alaric now?" Galatea asked sharply. "Aren't you afraid that Alaric will find out about our past and replace your construction company to jeopardize your future? Are you willing to be at risk?" Ambrose's expression shifted slightly at these words, then he regained his composure and said, "If Alaric already knows, there's no need for pretense. Besides, Alaric won't find anyone more suitable than me for this project." Galatea felt something heavy in her chest, rendering her speechless.

"Stellan, I'm sorry for leaving years ago. It wasn't my choice, and I was forced. I never wanted to leave you, never."

"Ambrose!" Cutting him off abruptly, Galatea said firmly, "That's all the past. I don't want to discuss it anymore."

Seeing Galatea's attitude, Ambrose's eyes flickered with pain, but he continued, "I came back to find you later, only to hear that you had passed away. I was devastated, I thought..."

"Ambrose, enough!" Galatea interrupted for the second time, feeling sickened by Ambrose's words earlier.

"I don't care why you left before, and I don't want to know if you tried to find me later. All I know is that we ended long ago. Stellan Storm died six years ago. My name is Galatea now, Alaric is my lover, and I have a new life. Please don't come to find me again, and we shouldn't meet alone. I fear Alaric might misunderstand."

Upon hearing the words 'fear of Alaric's misunderstanding', Ambrose was utterly furious.

"You're so worried about losing Alaric. Do you love him?" Ambrose's tone was full of doubt, then he questioned. "Did you have intimate intensity with him last night?"

Since Ambrose claimed he happened to be staying at this hotel, how did he know that Alaric was also here last night?

"Ambrose, you're following me!" Galatea realized this and was furious.

"I'm not following you, and I'm protecting you." Ambrose corrected. "The Knight family isn't as simple as you think. They will harm you, and Alaric, do you really think he loves you? Don't be naive, Stellan. Leaving Alaric is the only way to avoid unhappiness."

"Meeting you is my biggest misfortune!" Galatea stood up angrily, warning Ambrose, "Don't disturb my life anymore, don't follow me. Otherwise, I will call the police!"

After saying this, Galatea turned to leave again, but Ambrose also stood up and asked directly, "Are you just going to leave like this? Don't you want to know the truth about your father's death?" What!

For Galatea, this sentence was like a thunderbolt, the truth about Brennan's death!

Brennan was driven to suicide by debt, jumping off a building.

"What did you just say?" Galatea's mind went blank at that moment, but a chill ran down her spine, and her body couldn't stop trembling.

There were questions surrounding Brennan's death!

"Galatea, you and Brennan were inseparable since childhood. Brennan valued you more than his own life. In the face of bankruptcy and overwhelming debt, do you think Brennan, who loved you so much, would leave all the debt to you and end his life?" Ambrose spoke.

Ambrose's words pierced Galatea's heart like a knife. It was something she had never been able to understand, something she had never dared to believe.

Brennan loved her so much that he wouldn't abandon her in the toughest times. It must have questions about Brennan's suicide.

Perhaps, Brennan didn't commit suicide at all, and he was murdered!

With this realization, Galatea couldn't control her emotions any longer. She reached out and grabbed Ambrose's collar.

"What do you know, how did Brennan die? Tell me!" Galatea's emotions were spiraling out of control, her voice unnaturally loud. As soon as she finished speaking, the entire restaurant fell silent, with all eyes turning towards her. Ambrose glanced at the onlookers, then gently removed Galatea's hand and said, "Stellan, I understand your feelings, but you need to calm down. This isn't the place to discuss this."

Handing his business card to Galatea, Ambrose said, "If you're willing to leave Alaric and come back to me, I will tell you everything I know. I will seek justice for you and clear the Storm Family's reputation. My contact information is on the card. You can find me anytime."

After placing the card in Galatea's hand, Ambrose leaned in and whispered softly. "Stellan, you loved Brennan so much. I'm sure you wouldn't want him to depart without an explanation."

The thought that Brennan might not have committed suicide, that he might have been murdered, tore at Galatea's heart.

As Galatea tried to process this revelation and was about to confront Ambrose, he had already disappeared.