The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus) novel Chapter 489

Gabby was the one Grant had finally fallen for, the one he'd chased with every trick in the book until she was carrying his child. And now, to have cancer strike her down felt like a cruel twist of fate.

Grant had come to deeply love Gabby over the days and nights they'd spent together. How could he possibly accept that she was slipping away, perhaps never to return?

The doctor's words still echoed in his head – if they terminated the pregnancy, Gabby might live a little longer. If not, the baby would become a reaper, hastening her demise.

Clenching his jaw, Grant was on the verge of instructing the doctor to proceed with the termination. He was desperate for a child, but he wanted Gabby by his side for longer or even more.

Still, the memory of Gabby's soft, pleading voice begging him to keep the baby flashed before Grant's eyes. He sighed heavily and looked earnestly at the doctor. "Go ahead with the procedure."

The doctor hesitated. "Sir, are you sure?"

Grant closed his eyes in pain. "Rather than let the child sap the last of her strength, I'd rather she stayed with me a while longer."

"No!" Gabby stirred from her slumber. The phrase "terminate the pregnancy" had jolted her awake. "No, Grant, you can't do this! Please, keep them, will you?"

Tears welling in his eyes, Grant watched Gabby's distraught face. "Honey, if the baby remains, it will only deplete you further."

Driven by emotion, Gabby tried to sit up but was gently pushed back by Grant. She looked at him pleadingly, "I'm already on borrowed time, Grant. Keep our child, the one carrying my blood. Please."

Her grip on Grant's hand was tight. He looked at her, who are so determined to trade her life for their child's, and nodded helplessly. "Okay."

Gabby relaxed, a sacred glow spreading across her pale face. She gently placed her hand on her slightly swollen belly, where their child lay quietly, waiting to grow. Yet her body was growing weaker. If the cancer were to spread, it might endanger the baby.

Gabby didn't fear death. At times, she even felt that it was only through dying that she could cleanse herself of past misdeeds, to repay her sins. But now, she wished to live just a little longer, not much, maybe just six more months. Then she could see her child born, and watch Anna grow up a little more...

While the sunlight outside was dazzling, Gabby's heart was clouded with the knowledge of her limited time. Her only wish was to hold on a little longer. She was determined to make it.

Tall for his age, with long, straight legs inherited from Magnus, and features that perfectly blended his parents' best traits, Jonas was the pride of the base in his snugly fitted camo gear.

Richard watched his prized pupil with a smile, thinking to himself how Magnus had it all, a beautiful wife and a smart, talented son. "Magnus, you lucky dog," He sighed, a touch of envy in his heart.

Magnus was sneezing all the way in Hawaii. He rubbed his nose and muttered about someone cursing him behind his back. Shaking his head, Magnus looked down at the latest design from Natalia, his wife, and smiled with delight.

This new children's collection from Natalia was enchanting, and looking at the playful designs, Magnus thought fondly of his son.

Magnus couldn't shake the nagging thought of his son's progress under Richard. Without a second's hesitation, he grabbed his phone and dialed Jonas.

The call connected almost immediately, and Jonas' youthful voice piped through the speaker. "Dad?"

"Hey, buddy!" Magnus exclaimed, his voice bubbling with enthusiasm. "How's the training going? Are you missing your cool dad and your charming mom?"