The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus) novel Chapter 169

Looking at the mess downstairs, it was clear as day that Mr. Magnus had thrown another tantrum. Ah, the fiery temper of youth. Quick to break things when upset, and seemingly oblivious to the cost.

That being said, Magnus was far from lacking in funds. To him, these mere objects were nothing more than trash. But, Natalia was with child. Such outbursts were risky because if anything were to happen...

May thought to herself, subtly signaling to Linden, who was bent over picking up the debris, to try and calm Natalia down. Linden caught the hint but was at a loss on how to handle this.

They shared a look of uncertainty, unsure of how to comfort Natalia. They were both well into their 50s, and it was clear to them that Magnus and Natalia cared deeply for each other. And yet, Magnus always managed to upset Natalia, while she, in turn, could easily infuriate him.

Ah, the world of the young was truly a puzzle!

As May and Linden deliberated on how to soothe a distraught Natalia, she suddenly experienced another bout of pain in her abdomen. Her face turned pallid with pain, and she couldn't help but let out a soft groan.

Hearing Natalia's discomfort, May rushed over to find Natalia's face pale and covered with cold sweat. "Ma'am? Ma'am, what's wrong?!" May was terrified. She reached out to touch Natalia's forehead, it was cold and drenched with sweat.

"What do we do? Linden, call Mr. Magnus, quickly!" May urged Linden, fearing that any delay would put Natalia, who already had fragile health, and her unborn child at risk.

Linden nodded and dialed Magnus' number. "Sir, the lady isn't feeling well. Something seems off..."

Magnus, who was en route to Sapphire Island, slammed on the brakes upon hearing Linden's words.

Linden was cut off halfway through his sentence by Magnus' roar from the other end of the line. "You were supposed to take care of her! What have you been doing?!" He hung up the phone before Linden could respond.

Linden put away his phone, looking helpless. He told May, "Mr. Magnus is furious. We're in for it."

"So be it! It's his fault she's in this state. I'll give him a piece of my mind!" May was anxious about Natalia's condition. If anything happened to the child, how would she explain it to Morgan?

While May and Linden were in a state of panic, Magnus' car screeched to a halt outside their beach house. He flung open the car door and sprinted inside, out of breath. "What happened? She was fine when I left. What's wrong with her?"

Linden remained silent, and his head was bowed. But May, being the straightforward person she was, retorted, "Sir, she's pregnant. She can't be stressed out like this. It's your fault this time. Can't you avoid arguing with her for the baby's sake?"

May's words were cut short by Linden pulling at her sleeve, signaling her to say no more. May glared at Linden, feeling wronged. Was she not right? It was Magnus’ fault, after all.

Normally, Magnus would have dismissed May on the spot for speaking to him in this manner, but this time, he let it slide. Instead, he instructed them to call the family doctor.

May immediately set about making the ginger tea.

Since he couldn't upset Natalia anymore, Magnus decided to keep out of her sight for a while. The sight of him could only agitate her further.

Magnus was crestfallen. She didn't love him anymore and wanted to leave him. What was he to do?

"Please take good care of her. I won't be showing my face around her for a while.” Magnus summoned Linden and May, instructing them in careful detail, “Her care is in your hands now. If she feels unwell, day or night, you must report to me immediately! No detail is too small, understood?"

With that, Magnus turned away. Unable to bear looking at a sleeping Natalia, he descended the staircase in desolation.

True to his word, Magnus didn't return over the next few days. He did not want Natalia to feel upset by his presence. He gave her ample space to nurture her pregnancy. Since she didn't love him, he'd disappear from her sight.

However, he absolutely, absolutely, wouldn't allow her to leave!

After the incident where she smashed things in her anger, Natalia barely spoke once she regained consciousness. Even her smile became an infrequent visitor to her face. She spent each day sitting by the balcony, staring out at the vast, limitless ocean. The thunderous sound of the waves added to her melancholy.