Chapter 4 Please Do Not Insult My Character

The moment Galatea crossed the threshold of her residence, she beheld Harry and Elisa engrossed in playing with building blocks upon the settee.

"Harry! Where have you been? Why didn't you answer your phone?" Galatea rushed over and hugged Harry tightly, her voice trembling with emotion.

Harry was squeezed so hard he could barely breathe, his face turning red. "Mom, I'm fine. I just went out to play," he said softly.

"Out to play? Do you know how worried I was?" Galatea's voice rose, tears welling up in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I was wrong," Harry said, looking down, unable to meet Galatea's gaze.

"Mom, Harry went to see Dad," Elisa said in her sweet, childlike voice.

Galatea froze, looking at Harry with confusion. "Harry, who did you go see?" she asked.

Harry stammered, unable to speak.

"Ms. Galatea, it's my fault. I didn't keep an eye on Mr. Harry," Mia walked over, looking guilty.

"Mia, it's not your fault," Galatea reassured her. "Harry, be honest with me. Where exactly did you go?"

Harry glanced at Galatea, then quickly looked down again, whispering, "I went to the hospital."

"The hospital?" Galatea was even more puzzled. "Why did you go to the hospital?"

"I," Harry hesitated, then finally said, "I wanted to see if that man was my father. So I and..."

Galatea's heart sank, knowing Harry was talking about Alaric. She interrupted him before he could finish, "Alright, it's late. You should go to bed."

In the bedroom.

"Harry, the staff at the hospital all remarked that the gentleman is exceptionally impressive, and even commented that I bear a resemblance to him. What was the outcome of your exchange with that child?" Elisa asked.

"I saw him, but he was very stern and busy. I didn't have much time to interact with him," Harry said, feeling a bit down.

"Harry, did we find the wrong daddy?" Elisa tilted her head and asked.

Harry shook his head, "No, I feel like he's the one."

The next morning, the family sat around the table for breakfast, the atmosphere warm and cozy.

Galatea looked at the two children, feeling a sense of warmth in her heart. She knelt down and said to Harry, "Harry, you can't run off alone anymore, understand? You're still young. What if you encounter bad people?"

"I understand, Mom," Harry nodded obediently.

"Alright, let's eat," Galatea took the children's hands, silently vowing to protect them.

At the Knight Mansion.

Caspian sat in the empty living room, feeling particularly lonely.

"Caspian, come eat," Alaric called from the dining room, his voice cold.

Caspian didn't move. He looked up at Alaric and asked, "When can you be with Mom?"

Alaric frowned, "I've told you, she's not your mom."

"She is!" Caspian insisted, "I want her to be my mom."

Alaric looked at his son, feeling irritated. "Caspian, be good. I'll find you a new mom," he tried to soothe him.

"I don't want a new mom! I want Galatea!" Caspian shouted.

Alaric's face darkened. His son's obsession with Galatea was beyond his expectations, and it wasn't a good sign.

He said nothing more, walked into his study, picked up his phone, and dialed a number.

"Get me all the information on Galatea Hartley. I want the most detailed report; nothing can be missed!" His voice was icy.

The next day, Galatea went to work at the hospital. As soon as she arrived at her office, she was informed that she was assigned to handle Alaric's physical examination.

Galatea was stunned, not expecting to meet Alaric again so soon. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. 'I am a doctor; this is my job and I have to be professional.'

In the examination room, Alaric sat in a chair, his gaze intense as he looked at Galatea. "Dr. Hartley, we meet again," he said, his voice low and smooth.

"Mr. Knight, please cooperate with my work," Galatea replied, keeping her expression neutral.

She took out a stethoscope and asked Alaric to remove his shirt.

Alaric stared at her for a moment before slowly taking off his shirt, revealing his well-toned chest, his muscles smooth and clearly well-exercised.

Galatea's eyes fell on a scar on his chest. The scar looked painful, and she wondered how it had been left.

She could almost imagine the scene of blood and pain he had gone through. Her gaze lingered on the scar for a moment, its shape and position seemed peculiar to her.

She snapped back to reality, her tone professional and calm, "Mr. Knight, please relax; let's begin the examination."

Alaric's eyes were sharp, as if he could see through everything. He suddenly spoke, his voice low, "Dr. Hartley, are you sure this is just a physical examination?"

Galatea's hand holding the stethoscope paused. She looked up and met Alaric's eyes, asking back, "What do you mean, Mr. Knight?"

"What I mean is," Alaric leaned forward, his presence dangerous, "why are you approaching me and my son? What's your purpose?"

"Mr. Knight, you misunderstand," Galatea tried to stay calm, "I'm a doctor; my duty is to serve patients. As for your son..."

Her tone became firm, "I didn't expect to mistake your son. I also have two children. Is it a problem if I bring them to my workplace?"

Alaric sneered, "Your children? Dr. Hartley, do you think I would believe that?"

"Mr. Knight, are you accusing me of child trafficking?" Galatea's voice carried anger.

"Just a reasonable suspicion," Alaric's tone was cold, "After all, your two children look too much like my son."

"So what if they look alike?" Galatea retorted, "Does looking alike make them your children? Mr. Knight, you're being too overbearing."

"Whether they are my children or not, I will find out." Alaric's eyes grew colder, "Until then, Dr. Hartley, I hope you can keep your distance from me."

Galatea's heart sank, not expecting Alaric to be so direct.

She tried to suppress her anger. "Mr. Knight, if you suspect something, you can call the police," Galatea said coldly, "But please don't insult my character."

At that moment, Alaric's phone suddenly rang. He glanced at the caller, his expression changing slightly.

"Sorry, something urgent came up. We'll do the examination next time." Alaric said, grabbing his coat and leaving in a hurry.

Galatea watched his departing figure, feeling conflicted. She knew the entanglement between her and Alaric had just begun.

Alaric sped all the way back to the Knight Mansion.

"Mr. Knight, you're finally back. Mr. Caspian..." Butler Joe greeted him anxiously, but was interrupted by a scream from the living room.

Alaric's face darkened, and he quickly walked into the living room.

He saw Orion Nash sitting on the floor, looking terrified. Caspian stood in front of her, his eyes red, holding a piece of a broken vase.

anticipated.