The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus) novel Chapter 241

The staff of the villa were all top-notch professionals, trained to a T. When they received orders from their employer, they ensured their tasks were accomplished to perfection. Thus, the moment Magnus stepped out, Natalia found herself in a state of absolute freedom.

Finally free from Magnus' relentless attention, Natalia heaved a sigh of relief. She grabbed a moment to dial Callum's number.

The phone rang for a long time, but no one picked up. Natalia was surprised, and thought perhaps Callum was avoiding her calls because she was in France, so she decided to dial the landline in the castle.

"Beep... Beep... Beep..."

After a long time, someone finally answered.

"Good afternoon. Who's speaking, please?"

The familiar accent from the other side of the line made Natalia realize it was Rita on the other end. "Rita, could you please get Callum on the line? It's Natalia."

Recognizing Natalia's voice, Rita’s tone was filled with an unmistakable excitement, "Thank heavens, Ms. Clarkson! We've finally heard from you! Mr. Callum needs you!"

Natalia felt a sudden chill, and she quickly asked, "Rita, what are you talking about? Saved from what? What happened to Callum?"

"Ms. Clarkson, ever since you left, Mr. Callum fell terribly ill. He's still bedridden, and according to our private physician, he's barely hanging on. He's been calling for you even in his unconscious state." Rita sobbed over the phone.

Rita's crying stabbed Natalia's heart. She couldn't fathom how Callum could have fallen critically ill in just three days since she left. The thought was inconceivable.

She had promised him that she would return! What on earth had she done? Callum was the only family she had in this world.

"Rita, calm down. Tell me everything. What happened to Callum?" Natalia was extremely anxious, wishing she could teleport to England right away.

"Ms. Clarkson, I have to attend to Mr. Callum. I can't talk much. Please, come back as soon as you can. If you delay, you might not see him again." Rita hurriedly hung up after saying this.

Listening to the busy tone from the receiver, Natalia's heart sank to the bottom of her chest. She had no idea what had happened to Callum, but she knew Rita wouldn't joke about such matters.

Rita had said, if Natalia delayed, she might never see Callum again.

Natalia was in a state of panic. She needed to fly back to England immediately. Prompted by her thoughts, Natalia quickly grabbed her passport from upstairs, ready to leave Magnus' French villa.

As she descended the stairs, she noticed someone in the living room. It was Lexi.

"Lexi, what brings you here?" Natalia asked in a hurry.

Lexi shrugged. "Talk about being heartless! I'm leaving France and came here to say goodbye. If you're too busy, I'll just go."

Natalia was speechless. Indeed, given Magnus' stubborn nature, if he knew she was going back to England to see Callum, he would certainly not let her go.

Under such circumstances, acting first and explaining later would be better. So, Natalia impulsively decided to take Jonas with her to England.

Of course, the staff asked about their sudden departure. However, Natalia deflected their queries by saying they were going out for some fresh air.

Soon, a plane was carrying the trio to England. Throughout the journey, Jonas kept asking questions excitedly. He had always been well cared for by Magnus and had never experienced the novelty of traveling alone with Natalia.

Upon landing, Natalia hailed a cab and headed straight to her apartment in England. In no time, the taxi pulled up in front of the apartment building. Natalia, cradling Jonas, paid the fare and stepped out of the vehicle.

Lexi couldn't help but marvel at the quintessential British architecture in front of them. "What a gorgeous place. I love it."

"I love it too," Jonas chimed in, not wanting to be left out.

Natalia fished out her keys and unlocked the door, gesturing for Lexi and Jonas to enter. "This is my mom's place. I'm staying here for now."

"Wow, this place is really nice. I love the layout too. Your mom must have been an artsy type, just my kind of woman," Lexi said, looking around the place with a satisfied gaze before sinking into the plush comfort of the sofa.