The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 137

Morgan gazed at the girl who had noticeably lost weight since he last saw her a few months ago, his

brow slightly furrowed. He sat on the sofa, with the butler standing behind him. His expression was

rather grim.

Natalia cautiously served him a cup of tea, "Grandpa, are you here to see Magnus? He might be at the

office."

"I came to see you. If I wanted to see Magnus, I would have gone to the office," Morgan replied coldly.

"Is there anything that I can do for you, Grandpa?" Natalia felt a sense of foreboding when she heard

Morgan came to see her. If he was going to see her while Magnus was away, it was likely he didn't

want Magnus to know.

"It's been half a year since you became a part of the Andersens. Regardless of your initial intentions, I

don't approve of you becoming the future lady of the Andersen family. Magnus may dote on you and

like you, but I've never thought highly of you," Morgan stated bluntly.

Natalia lowered her head. She knew Morgan disliked her. After all, she was not born into wealth and

privilege, and she wasn't a match for Magnus.

"So it would be best if you could bear the Andersens a child. Given the recent events in the Clarkson

family, I disapprove of your young people's actions. But it's all for Magnus. I don't want him to have any

regrets in life.

"Since he likes you, I have no choice but to let you stay by his side, hoping you'll give birth to an

Andersen child. Regardless of whether you can become the lady of the Andersen family in the future,

right now you need to bear Magnus a child."

Morgan's tone fluctuated, his words filled with a calm indifference, as if he was discussing a mundane

matter.

However, Natalia's heart was a whirlpool of tumultuous emotions. Having a baby?

She and Magnus didn't even know if they could stay together. Magnus' first love had returned, and

Kendra was causing trouble. How was she supposed to protect her relationship with Magnus?

Although Magnus was indeed good to her at the moment, she was nothing, and she felt too inferior to

stand by his side.

Morgan's intentions were clear. He didn't want Magnus to have any regrets, so he asked her to have a

child with him. As for who would become the lady of the Andersen family, that was still up in the air.

"All these decisions are up to Magnus. I can't make them." Natalia didn't know what to say.

"If you can't even decide to have a child, what can you do?" Morgan looked at her coldly. "Magnus may

spoil you, but you have to understand that not just anyone can take on the position in the Andersen

family. The child is the priority."

"But I still have school," Natalia said, gripping the armrests of the couch, suddenly overwhelmed with

fear.

"Having a baby wouldn't affect your education. You can continue your education after giving birth. I can

even arrange for you to study abroad if you like. As long as you bear the child." Morgan said, his gaze

fixed firmly on Natalia.

Afterward, he stood up and left Maplewood Manor. The butler opened the car door for him and he

drove away.

Natalia sat on the couch, pondering Morgan's words. She understood Morgan's intentions. He wanted

her to give birth to a child, then send her abroad to study, while the child would become the heir of the

Andersen family. As for who would become the lady of the Andersen family, that was another matter.

Natalia felt as though a storm was raging inside her. Just then, her phone rang. It was Hector, whom

she hadn't seen in months.

"Natalia, I'm back. I'd like to see you. Can we meet?" Hector said softly over the phone.

The sound of Hector's voice almost brought tears to Natalia's eyes. They agreed to meet at a coffee

shop.

As Natalia pushed open the door, she saw Hector sitting in the corner, waving at her. She walked over

and Hector stood up, pulling out a chair for her.

"Natalia, how have you been?" Hector asked, looking at the much slimmer Natalia. She had lost her

childlike innocence and had become even more beautiful, although there was a hint of sadness in her

eyes. She wore a blue dress that made her look even more delicate.

"I'm fine, Hector. I thought you went to America? When did you get back?" Hector had changed too. He

looked more mature, like he had experienced a lot. His gazes, once filled with the brightness of youth,

had become deep and restrained. He looked at Natalia with obvious sadness in his eyes.

"I've been back for two days. My father forced me to go to America six months ago. I came back this

time without his knowledge, just to see you. You've lost weight. Is Magnus not treating you well?"

Hector reached out and held Natalia's hand, which was resting on the table.

Natalia felt something well up in her eyes. She stared blankly at the man in front of her.

"No, I'm fine." How could she admit she wasn't doing well? Facing her former lover, Natalia suddenly

felt like crying. Not for any particular reason, just because she felt insecure about her current situation.

Hector didn't miss the sadness in her eyes. "Natalia, come with me to America. I don't want to see you

get involved in the family feud. There, I can be with you and help you achieve your dreams. Come with

me, Natalia."

He gripped her hand tighter, to the point where it was starting to hurt, and Natalia quickly pulled her

hand back.

"No, I can't go. Magnus has been good to me. Hector, I can't go with you right now." Natalia thought

about the way Magnus had lovingly told her, "Darling, don't ever leave me. Not in this lifetime."

But every time she thought about the day he held Isabella, her heart ached.

"Why, Natalia, have you fallen for my cousin? Can't stand to be away from him?" Hector's eyes burned Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

with an intense fire as he stared at the girl before him. Once she had laughed so brightly in his arms,

but now she looked so heartrendingly sad.

Did she fall in love with him? She did love Magnus, her heart beat for him every second. But seeing

him hold Isabella, her heartache was unbearable.

"So, Hector, you went to America for six months and all you learned was how to steal another man's

wife? Maybe I should ask Uncle if he needs to discipline his son?"

Suddenly, a cold voice echoed from above them. Both of them looked up in surprise to see Magnus,

one hand in his pocket and a cigarette in the other, staring down at them.

"Magnus." Natalia was taken aback seeing this man. What was he doing here?

Hector furrowed his brows, standing up after a few seconds to meet Magnus' gaze. His demeanor was

much calmer than it had been half a year ago, but his gazes held the same sharp intensity.

"Magnus, you were the one who convinced my father to send me away from Melfort half a year ago,

weren't you? You were afraid I would see Natalia and take her away. You had my father send me to

America. That's hardly the act of a gentleman," Hector said, his voice calm and steady.

"Forced you? Whether it was half a year ago or now, she's still my wife. Can you really take her away?"

Magnus stepped forward, roughly pulling Natalia into his arms.

Natalia stared at the brooding man, his handsome face cracking slightly. She didn't dare to move.

"Your wife? How did she become your wife in the first place? And how did she get tangled up in your

family feud? She almost lost her life because of you. Magnus, if you have any humanity left, let her go.

She has her own dreams; she can't play your games," Hector retorted, his gaze locked onto Magnus.