The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 186

When the child was born, he was not dead, but Morgan had the baby taken away, because he felt that

Natalia wasn't suitable to be Mrs. Andersen. All he wanted was to hide the child away and get Natalia

to leave. If she had no ties to the child, she would leave quickly. But what he didn't expect was for

Natalia to drive off a cliff when she learned of the baby's supposed death.

Morgan was guilt-ridden, but his principles remained unchanged. Now that Natalia was gone, he would

raise the child well.

Now, Magnus was still unable to cope because of Natalia, and this annoyed Morgan. He considered

whether to let Magnus know about the child; perhaps it would inspire him to pull himself together. After

all, Natalia was no longer in this world, and the child would have to be known to Magnus sooner or

later. If he knew he had a child, he would surely become the Magnus he used to be.

On that day, the child did not die, Morgan fooled everyone. When Natalia was critically ill, Morgan

received the news and rushed to the hospital. The situation was dire, and the doctor asked Morgan

whether they had to save the mother or the child.

Morgan always disdained Natalia and never cared for her well-being. He never valued Natalia and felt

she was not fit to be the Andersen family's matriarch, let alone Magnus' wife. He had no intention to

consider her life at all.

So, Morgan commanded that every effort should be made to preserve the Andersen Corporation

bloodline, and as for Natalia, who was carrying the Andersen Corporation bloodline, it was left to fate to

decide!

When the doctors saved the child, Natalia also survived. Morgan saw Natalia alive and well, and

immediately bribed all the doctors and nurses present, to take the child away, and tell Natalia the child

was dead. He just wanted Natalia to leave. The Andersen family's child would have the highest honor!

Luckily, Natalia survived, but when she woke up, all the medical staff told her that the child had died

due to an untimely rescue. Natalia was devastated and never knew that Morgan had secretly taken her

child away.

In Morgan's heart, Natalia was not suitable to be the matriarch of the Andersen family, and this matter

would soon pass. After all, there were many outstanding girls around Magnus every day, and he would

forget Natalia in no time.

Women were all the same, if one was gone, there would be another. As long as Magnus had money,

he would never lack a wife!

Morgan's plan was good, but he did not expect to have underestimated the situation. He originally

thought that as time passed, Magnus would gradually forget Natalia. But what he didn't expect was that

even after so long, Magnus not only failed to recover, but had also lost his memory.

Every day Magnus was like a child oblivious to world affairs. He even wanted to give up the entire

Andersen Corporation. What was this all about?! Morgan was annoyed, and he felt he had to give

Magnus a harsh stimulus.

That day, Morgan woke up early, held his great-grandson in his arms, and drove to Sapphire Island. On

the way, Morgan held his chubby great-grandson, kissed and looked at him with reluctance. This was

the Andersen family's bloodline. He was clever and smart, with adorable looks just like Magnus when

he was a child. If it wasn't for waking up that damn boy Magnus, he really didn't want to send him away.

Soon, the car arrived at Sapphire Island and stopped in front of Magnus' villa.

Linden never expected Morgan to come to Sapphire Island again; he hurried to greet him. As soon as

he opened the car door, he saw Morgan holding a little baby in his arms. The baby was chubby and RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

round, giggling at Linden, making him dazed.

Was Linden crossing time and space? Otherwise, how was he looking at a spitting image of Mr.

Magnus as a child?

Not believing his eyes, Linden respectfully bowed to Morgan. "Sir, this child?"

Morgan knew Linden had guessed it and did not deny it. "Yes, this is Magnus' son."

Linden was stunned, standing in place, not knowing what to say next.

The son of Mr. Magnus?

He had just been guessing, but guessing and getting a definite answer were completely different

things. Moreover, Morgan had confirmed Linden’s suspicions, which was even more surprising.

When did he have such a son? Looking at that smiling little face, it was clearly an angel who had

accidentally fallen to earth!

"What are you dazing for? Why don't you lead the way?" Perhaps because he was holding his great-

grandson, Morgan was in a good mood, and his tone was a bit teasing.

Linden came back to his senses and nodded quickly. "Yes, yes, let's go, sir, this way."

"Um," Morgan grunted from his nose, carefully held his precious great-grandson, and walked towards

the villa.

Linden walked ahead. His steps light as if he was running. In three steps, Linden arrived at the front of

the villa, pushed open the door, and exclaimed joyously, "Sir, Mr. Morgan is here, Morgan is here."

Linden's sudden shout echoed through the villa, and May came over in a hurry and glanced at Linden.

"What are you yelling for? Has Mr. Morgan never been here before?"

"It’s different this time!" Linden's face crinkled up with delight. He pointed towards Morgan, not far

behind him. "Take a good look, a real good look. What's Morgan got in his arms there?"

May had been busily chiding Linden for his fussiness, but upon hearing his words, she followed his

pointing finger and saw Morgan awkwardly making his way towards them. She squinted slightly, and

sure enough, Morgan was holding a baby. It looked to be around five or six months old!

No way!

May rubbed her eyes, tugging on Linden's sleeve. "Linden, whose little one is Morgan holding?"

Having worked at the Andersen’s for over thirty years, she knew Morgan's temperament well. He had a

well-known aversion to children.

Despite the fact that he now treated Mr. Magnus as if he were his precious gem, when Mr. Magnus was

a child, the mere sound of his crying would have Morgan ready to toss him out, all because he was too

noisy. Yet, could it truly be that Morgan, a man with such repulsion towards children, was now cradling

a baby in his arms? May found it hard to believe.

However, reality left no room for May's disbelief, for before Linden could answer, Morgan had already

made his careful approach. His strides were steady and firm, as he moved gingerly. It was as if he were

holding a precious treasure, fearful that one careless move might break it.