The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus) novel Chapter 15

Magnus looked up at Lucius after hearing his words, then promptly replied, "Thanks, Grandpa."

"All that matters is that you and she get along," Morgan replied, standing up with the help of a servant and slowly climbing the staircase. "I'm tired, so I'll retire for a bit. Why don't you stay for dinner before you leave?"

After Morgan left, Lucius approached Magnus with a glint in his eyes. "Magnus, how about I push you outside for some fresh air?"

Magnus slightly smirked. "I'd appreciate that, Lucius." Seeing this, Linden immediately trailed behind.

Lucius turned to Linden. "I'll take Magnus out. You don't need to follow."

"But..." Linden looked at Magnus, who only shot him a cold glance.

"Go pick some fresh strawberries from the garden. Bring them back for Kendra."

"Alright, Master." Linden left, leaving Lucius and Magnus alone.

Lucius slowly wheeled Magnus across the villa, passing by curious servants, towards a magnolia tree blooming in the April sun.

"Do you remember this tree?" Lucius asked, sitting on a bench under the tree. "I do. Jamie, you, and I planted it when you were just seven. Grandpa was overjoyed, looking at me with such warmth. Then, the next year, Jamie passed away. From then on, he treated you like his treasure.

"His affection for me shifted to you. Why? You were the downfall of Jamie, yet Grandpa adored you and even planned to entrust the family legacy to you!

"I'm the rightful heir to this family, not you!" Lucius' eyes flared with resentment as he glared at Magnus.

Magnus turned his gaze to Lucius, studying him as he bore a striking resemblance to Jamie. "So, you attempted to burn me alive when I was sixteen, just to claim the Andersen fortune?"

Lucius was taken aback. "What nonsense are you spouting? Did you forget? Afterwards, Grandpa gave you 40% of the Andersen Corporation shares. How could you accept them so readily?"

Lucius looked down at Magnus with disdain. "Even if all the shares were given to you, you'd still be a helpless cripple."

Magnus responded with a chilling smile, "Although I am confined to this wheelchair, Lucius, you should be careful with your newfound wealth. When you lose it all, you'll be left with nothing."

Lucius leaned down to Magnus' level. "We'll see about that, Magnus. Even if you somehow manage to get all the shares, you will still be nothing more than a cripple."

"Well, let's wait and see!" Magnus looked at his vicious eyes, and the corners of his mouth slightly hooked up.

Upstairs, Morgan watched the unfolding scene with an icy gaze, meeting Lucius' eyes with a look that could freeze the blood in your veins.

"Grandpa, it's not Lucius' fault. I just lost my balance." Magnus tried to reassure him. His mouth curled into a smile as he looked up at Morgan's stern figure. "Linden, let's go home."

Linden pushed Magnus' wheelchair towards their car, pausing only for a moment to look back up at the house. "Goodbye, Grandpa," Magnus called out, his voice echoing through the silent courtyard.

Even after the car had disappeared from sight, Morgan was still staring at the spot where Lucius stood. "Lucius, get up here!" he barked.

A shiver ran down Lucius' spine. It was all a setup. Magnus could have stopped his wheelchair from falling, but he chose to let Morgan witness it all.

“So, Magnus, you've still got some fight left in you, despite your condition. Good.”

Lucius ascended the staircase, his heart pounding as he stepped into Morgan's study. The resounding smack of Morgan's cane colliding with Lucius' back echoed through the room.

"You ungrateful brat! Your brother is in this condition, and you still can't find it in your heart to be kind to him! How can you be so cold-hearted? Are you really my grandson, Morgan?" Morgan's voice trembled with anger as he glared at Lucius.