The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 185

When Chase and his bodyguard hauled Magnus out of the water, his eyes were tightly shut, and his

lungs were filled with water.

At the hospital.

Morgan rushed to the scene, looking at the lights flashing in the emergency room. He turned to Chase.

"What's the status?"

"He's in critical condition, and his leg wound has begun to worsen," Chase truthfully replied.

Anger flashed across Morgan's aging face. "Is this all he's capable of? He's sought death multiple times

for that girl! I don't need to have such a disgraceful grandson in the Andersen family! Let him perish!"

Morgan trembled with rage, gripping his cane tightly.

"Sir, someone tried to assassinate him. He didn't jump willingly," Chase quickly explained.

"Do you think I'm senile? Could that flower vendor have the capability to kill him? If he wasn't desperate

enough to jump, who could have killed him!" Morgan shouted in the hospital corridor.

Chase quickly steadied Morgan. "Sir, don't worry. Magnus will be fine. He'll come around."

"Chase , tell me, has he become like this all for a woman? I let Lucius temporarily take over as

president to motivate him to stand again. But he..." Morgan shook his head, gripping his cane tightly.

"Magnus loves Natalia deeply, and it's only human nature. Sir, you should go home and rest, I'll stay

here to watch over him," Chase said, guiding Morgan to the door.

Just then, the door to the emergency room opened, and the doctor pushed out Magnus.

"Mr. Andersen," the doctor greeted with a smile.

"How is he?" Morgan asked, looking at the pallid and bloodless face of Magnus lying on the bed.

Morgan furrowed his brows.

"Mr. Andersen's leg has been soaked in seawater; it could take quite some time to heal. But the real

concern is that he ingested a lot of seawater, he may suffer from selective amnesia," the doctor

explained.

"Selective amnesia?" Morgan turned to the doctor. "If he could forget, that'd be great."

"...What will he forget?" Chase thought. He wouldn't forget him too, right? That would be disastrous!

"Typically, patients with selective amnesia lose memory of the most traumatic events, because,

subconsciously they don't want to remember. But over time, he might recall it. Or it might come back to

him suddenly."

Morgan nodded silently at the doctor's words. “As long as he's alive, let him forget.”

Three days passed before Magnus finally woke up in the hospital, feeling as though he had slept for an

eternity. He stared blankly at the sterile white surroundings of the hospital room, wondering why he was

there.

As Linden entered the room, he saw Magnus awake and rushed over in relief.

"You're finally awake. You scared us. You've been asleep for three days," Linden said, setting down the

thermos he brought and gently helping Magnus up.

"Why am I in the hospital?" Magnus asked in a low voice.

"Your leg injury worsened, so we had to bring you here," Linden replied.

Frowning, Magnus asked, "Where's Dr. Frankie?"

"He's gone back to France."

"Call him back here immediately. He's the only one who can treat my leg," Magnus said coldly, staring

out the window. He felt like something was off, as though he had forgotten something important.

"Okay, I'll call him right away," Linden said, leaving the room.

Upon receiving the call, Dr. Frankie and James immediately rushed to Melfort. As they entered the

hospital room, they saw Magnus' expressionless face.

"Magnus, I'm here!" Dr. Frankie said, worried that Magnus might not recognize him. James also chimed

in, "Magnus, do you know who I am?"

Magnus shot them a glance, "What's with the fuss? I don't have amnesia."

James and Dr. Frankie exchanged looks, they weren't so sure!

"Get on with checking my leg. I don't remember it worsening. Wasn't it already healed?" Magnus said,

dismissing their concerns.

"Well... Your leg was indeed healed, but don't you remember? You were chased and fell into the sea.

The seawater caused your wound to worsen," Dr. Frankie explained seriously.

Magnus furrowed his brow. Someone tried to assassinate him? Lucius?

Dr. Frankie stayed with Magnus in Melfort for two months. During this time, Magnus was sullen and

showed no unusual behavior. He never asked anyone what he had forgotten. He quietly accepted

treatment.

After another month, Magnus' leg slowly improved, and he was able to walk again. Dr. Frankie finally

left Melfort, leaving Chase to accompany Magnus.

One more month passed, and Magnus' leg fully recovered. He returned to Sapphire Island, and his

demeanor and eccentric personality remained as they had been. He never mentioned anything about

Natalia, as if he had never experienced anything related to her. To prevent him from being upset,

Morgan ordered all of Natalia's belongings to be removed.

Every day, Magnus would gaze at the blue sea, feeling as though a piece of his heart was missing.

One day, Morgan came to Sapphire Island. Seeing Magnus' silent and gloomy demeanor, he felt a

pang of guilt.

"Magnus, don't you want to go to the company? After you were injured, I let Lucius temporarily take

over as president. Now that you're well, don't you want to go back?" Morgan asked, staring at his

grandson, who had been utterly devastated by love. Still, he couldn't bring himself to blame him.

"Grandpa, doesn't Lucius really want to be president? Then let him be," he said quietly, seeming

disinterested in everything.

"You don't know what kind of person Lucius is. Can he really handle being the president of Andersen

Corporation? If he's in charge, he'll ruin everything!" Morgan stood up in anger.

Magnus remained calm. "Grandpa, you should think about your own well-being. Lucius won't ruin it!

And besides, I don't care about being the president of Andersen Corporation."

"What on earth are you saying? Aren't you a descendant of the Andersen Corporation? Are you just

going to sit and watch as it crumbles?" Morgan was so infuriated that he wished he could crack open

Magnus' skull to see what was really going on inside.

Magnus remained silent, causing Morgan to stomp his foot in frustration. What could he do to restore

Magnus' confidence, to ensure he would continue to uphold and strengthen the Andersen Corporation?

Morgan gazed at Lucius, who was deep in thought.

Time slowly trickled by, and it had been six months since the incident involving Natalia. Inside another

mansion of the Andersen family, Morgan stepped inside and was greeted by the opulent decor and

warm furniture.

A few maids and a nanny were present inside.

"Mr. Morgan!"

Upon seeing Morgan's arrival, they immediately bowed their heads. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Bring the child to me."

"Yes, sir!"

A maid soon appeared, cradling an infant who was half a year old. His dark, shiny eyes and chubby

cheeks lit up with a smile at the sight of Morgan. His babbling sounds seemed as though he were trying

to speak.

Morgan took the child from the maid, smiling as he wiped drool from the corner of the baby's mouth. He

was the spitting image of Magnus. A mini-version of him, in fact. Magnus had looked just like this as a

child.

Morgan's eyes crinkled in delight as he held the baby.

This was the son of Magnus and Natalia.