The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 162

He carried her downstairs without calling for Linden, placing her directly into the car and drove to the

hospital.

The resident doctor saw Magnus carrying Natalia into the hospital and immediately stood up. "Mr.

Andersen, please put her on the bed."

"She has a fever. Please check her immediately," Magnus pleaded, sweat dripping from his forehead.

The doctor quickly examined her. "She needs an IV immediately."

"Well, then get it started." He held Natalia's burning hand tightly.

"Yes, right away." The doctor, feeling the weight of Magnus' stern gaze, quickly stepped out to prepare

the medication.

No one dared to cross Mr. Andersen, not even when he was lashing out at them for a sickness he

himself caused.

When Natalia woke up, it was already the next morning. She tried to sit up but felt weak all over. The

sterile white surroundings clued her in that she was in a hospital. Was she sick?

She remembered it was Magnus, that bastard, who had again forced himself to her. She felt pain all

over, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Just then, the door to the ward opened and a nurse walked in. She smiled at Natalia. "Ms. Natalia, you

woke up. You had a fever last night, and it was Mr. Magnus who brought you here. He seemed really

worried about you."

Natalia didn't reply. She just stared out the window at the morning sun, lost in thought. She was in no

mood to thank Magnus for bringing her to the hospital. She was actually feeling very conflicted. What

was she supposed to do?

A maid brought in a tray of food. Natalia managed to eat a little before standing up to speak to the

nurse. "I'm feeling better now. Please call the doctor so we can complete the discharge procedures."

The nurse was taken aback. "Ms. Natalia, Mr. Magnus has ordered that you stay in the hospital for two

more days. You had a severe fever. He just went home to change his clothes and then to the office. He

said he'd be back soon."

"I don't need him to come. I know my own body. Please proceed with the discharge procedures. I have

school to attend." Natalia spoke to the maid in a flat tone.

The maid quickly went out and dialed Magnus' number to report the situation to him.

"She can do whatever she wants, but don't bother reporting such trivial matters to me!" Magnus

growled into the phone.

The maid quickly apologized and hung up. She then helped Natalia with the discharge procedures. It

wasn't long before Linden arrived.

"Ms. Natalia, let's get in the car," Linden said, bowing respectfully.

"No need. I'm going straight to school." Natalia was determined to go to class. She was just six months

away from graduation and couldn't afford to fall behind.

"Ms. Natalia, Mr. Magnus said you're sick and should rest at home. You can go to school once you're

better," Linden said gently.

"I'm going to school."

"Ms. Natalia, please don't make this difficult for us. Mr. Magnus insists that you must go home."

Upon hearing Linden's words, Natalia realized that Magnus was refusing to let her go to school. She

felt a sudden pang in her chest. This was Magnus' love - trampling over her dignity and manipulating

her as he pleased.

She silently got into the car and returned to Maplewood Manor.

She lay down on the bed in her bedroom. Once the maid had left, she opened the drawer and saw the

pendant. Mr. Callum had said that he gave her the pendant, and he would help her find her mother.

But why would he give her this pendant? She quickly found Callum's business card and looked at the

number on it. Her heart was racing. She wanted to find her mother. In this world, she only had her

mother. If she could find her mother, even just to see her once, she would have no regrets in this life.

But could Mr. Callum really help her find her mother?

She thought for a long time before finally putting the card and the pendant back into the drawer. She

closed her eyes and felt a wave of sadness wash over her. Due to her fever the night before, she fell

asleep again.

Magnus returned to Maplewood Manor after taking care of business. He quietly entered the room.

Seeing Natalia asleep on the bed, her pale face flushed with fever, his heart instantly calmed. He gently

touched her smooth face. There were tears on her face. Magnus felt a sudden pang in his heart. "My

dear, I won't let you leave. Please, be good."

His voice was so soft that Natalia couldn't hear it in her sleep.

Magnus was about to leave when he noticed that the drawer of the bedside table was slightly ajar. The

red string of the pendant caught his eye. He opened the drawer and saw the pendant and the business

card together.

He picked up the pendant and stared at it. His eyes were cold and his face was terrifyingly gloomy.

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The coffee shop in a seaside resort was filled with the melodious sound of piano music. There were no

other sounds. The people who came here were either rich or noble. Callum had been here for a few

minutes. He was wearing a white, handcrafted shirt and black trousers. His nearly six-foot-tall figure

and slightly curly brown hair made him look elegant and noble.

His brown eyes gazed calmly out to sea as he absentmindedly stirred his coffee. Glancing at his watch,

a faint smile formed at the corner of his lips.

Magnus arrived ten minutes later. He pushed open the door of the coffee shop and immediately saw

the British man. It was indeed the man from the library that day. He sat down without a word, his cold

expression giving off an aloof and distant vibe. His sharp gaze directly met Callum's.

Callum looked up to meet his gaze and smiled lightly. "Mr. Andersen."

Magnus didn't say a word. He reached into his pocket, took out the jade pendant, and placed it in front

of Callum. "This belongs to you. Please take it back."

Seeing Callum staring at the jade pendant in shock, he chuckled sarcastically. "Mr. Callum, Natalia is

already my wife. This pendant, representing the Frerotte family, is not suitable for her. However, you've

lost it for many years and now that it's found, it's a cause for celebration. As far as I know, without this

pendant, you can't inherit the family property. I apologize for having kept it from you for so many years."

Magnus leaned back in his chair with an icy cool demeanor, his face expressionless as he stared at

Callum.

Callum reached out and picked up the jade pendant, his fingers tracing over the surface. His brown

eyes met Magnus', "Mr. Andersen, perhaps you are unfamiliar with a particular Frerotte family secret.

The heir gives this pendant to the woman he loves most. That woman is destined to become his wife.

Fifteen years ago, she saved my life. I gave her this pendant, and to me, she is my fiancée. I have

been waiting for her to grow up. No matter what she has been through, I will be there for her."

Callum's eyes were resolute. Magnus' hands clenched suddenly, his gaze sharp as a sword. If looks

could kill, the British man in front of him would be dead.

"Mr. Callum, you cannot take her away. She is now my wife. I advise you to refrain from any actions

that may tarnish the reputation of the Frerotte family. And remember, you are in Melfort. Once you've

got what you came for, I suggest you leave," Magnus retorted with an icy firmness.