The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)
Chapter 187

At that moment, May could finally see clearly. The child in Morgan's arms was as beautiful as a cherub. His big eyes were sparkling, his skin was soft and rosy, and his chubby little hand was in his mouth, as if he was hungry.

The child was drooling, making a pouting face, and his drool splattered onto Morgan's face. But Morgan wasn't angry. Instead, he laughed and wiped his face, enjoying the moment.

May was taken aback. Was she seeing things? Why did it feel like the child in Morgan's arms was a young Mr. Magnus?

Morgan noticed the surprise on May's and Linden's faces, and his heart was filled with joy. He strode into the house, calling out, "Where's my grandson? Tell him to come out!"

Upstairs, Magnus had already heard the commotion, but he didn't respond. He stood on the balcony, silently looking out at the blue ocean. Despite his healed leg, he wanted to stay on this island. He felt empty inside, as if this place was his sanctuary.

When his call was not answered, Morgan frowned, looking at Linden with displeasure. "Call Magnus."

Linden bent slightly, pointing upstairs. "He is upstairs, looking at the sea."

Morgan frowned even more. Magnus was becoming more and more disgraceful. Ever since he lost his memory, he had been staring at the sea every day, as if he was enchanted. Sigh!

With a long sigh, Morgan held the child and went upstairs.

Upon entering Magnus' bedroom, Linden softly said, "Sir, Mr. Morgan is here."

Magnus didn't respond; he did not even move a muscle. He didn't know what was wrong with himself. He felt disinterested in everything. It was as if Magnus had lost the most important thing in his life.

Seeing Magnus' gloomy look, Morgan felt even more frustrated. Holding the baby, he walked towards Magnus, planning to give him a good scolding. But after a few steps, the little darling in his arms suddenly giggled. Morgan looked down at the giggling baby, his face full of love.

Magnus also heard the baby's laughter, and his heart stirred. He turned his head curiously, only to see his grandpa holding a baby. The baby was adorable, with a rosy, mischievous face. He was looking at Magnus with his big eyes, and his little fist was still in his mouth.

Whose child was this? Magnus was a bit puzzled. Why did he feel familiar with the baby in his grandpa's arms?

Morgan stopped in front of Magnus, placing the baby on his lap. "Magnus, look who this is? I'm giving this little guy to you. You have to pull yourself together. The road ahead is still long. You can't just give up like this."

Magnus didn't understand what Morgan was saying. His attention was entirely on the baby in his arms. He couldn't help but hold the baby. He stared at the baby's chubby face. The baby wasn't scared at all. He was looking at Magnus with his big eyes.

"Whose child is this?" Magnus asked softly. For some reason, his heart was pounding.

Morgan watched Magnus' expression. "This is your son, Magnus. You're a father now, you can't be reckless anymore. The whole Andersen family needs you."

Magnus' mind buzzed. He only saw Morgan's mouth moving, but he couldn't hear what he was saying.

Did Morgan just say that this was his child?! When did he have a child?

Suddenly, a headache hit Magnus. He clenched his teeth, desperately searching his memory for anything about this child, but he couldn't replace anything!

Enduring the headache, Magnus looked down at the baby in his arms. The baby felt so familiar; especially those bright eyes, they seemed to be deeply imprinted in Magnus' bones, making them impossible to forget.

After staring at Magnus for a while, the baby sweetly smiled. He grabbed Magnus' hand and started to chew on it, as if it was a milk bottle. The soft and tender touch shook Magnus' soul. All the memories he had deliberately sealed off surged into his mind like a tidal wave.

All the past events, all the pain, and the unforgettable sorrow. Everything flooded Magnus' mind. At that moment, Magnus felt like he was on a roller coaster skyrocketing into the sky. Everything suddenly made

sense.

He remembered. His wife...

He stared at the beautiful baby in his arms, and his heart was aching immensely. Natalia. His wife!

His voice became hoarse, and his hands trembled slightly as he held the baby. He murmured, "This is...my son?"

Didn't the baby die as soon as he was born? Didn't he die of oxygen deprivation? Didn't he force the baby's mom to jump into the sea?

Understanding Magnus' confusion, Morgan regretfully said, "Yes, Natalia had a massive hemorrhage due to premature birth, and the baby was put in an incubator. To avoid the worry of losing the baby again, I hid the baby. I planned to tell you when he was older, but I didn't expect...Natalia..."

"Enough!" Magnus abruptly turned around. His cold voice cut off Morgan's words.

His voice was indifferent, as if Morgan was a stranger. "Grandpa, you don't need to explain. You intentionally hid the baby to force my wife away. Are you satisfied with the result now?" His voice was full of endless sorrow, as if all this just happened yesterday.

At Magnus' accusation, Morgan opened his mouth to say something, but in the end, he remained silent, sighing heavily.

With tears in his eyes, Magnus held the baby tightly. He looked into the baby's eyes, which were a light blue, just like Natalia's.

With a steely resolve, he said, "Grandpa, if this is what you want, I will do as you wish. From now on, I will shoulder the responsibility of revitalizing the Andersen clan. But I beg of you, don't interfere in my affairs anymore because I'm afraid, I might lose control and do something disrespectful!"

This was the person Magnus loved most in the world, yet he had indirectly caused the death of Magnus' beloved! How was he supposed to live with that?

Morgan took a step back, staring at Magnus in disbelief, "Magnus? Are you really defying me because of this?"

He had anticipated Magnus blaming him when he found out the truth, but he didn't expect such a vehement reaction!

Holding his child in his arms, the expression on Magnus' face remained impassive. "Grandpa, this is what you wanted, isn't it? My wife is gone, and you've successfully brought me back to the Andersen Corporation. I agreed. What more do you want?"