The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus) novel 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."

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.