The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

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?" Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

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.

Seeing his mocking smile, Lucius wished to tear his face apart. He clenched the wheelchair armrests

tightly. Suddenly he laughed lowly," Magnus, everything you use and wear now are all earned by me.

Even your current wife was my woman for six years. How is it? Don't you think the woman that I've

used is dirty?"

Magnus clenched his fists tightly, and there was a kind of churning fury in his eyes.

"You don't know yet. Kendra gave me her virginity when she was seventeen. She was so young then.

She cried in pain under me, but in the end, she still gave herself to me. Do you know what she said?

She said she would only be my woman in this life. She was willing to have children for me. Now she is

only forced to take care of you. How can a waste like you own her? In three months, she will return to

me! Magnus, thank you for taking care of my woman in this period!"

Magnus's blood began to flow backward, his hands trembling next to the wheelchair, but a calm smile

crossed his face, "Oh, really? But what can I do? Kendra is now my wife. She bathes me, massages

me every day. Not only does she take good care of my body, but as for in bed..." His smile was as

fleeting as a cloud, "She has amazed me. Thank you, Lucius, for training her so well. Otherwise, I

wouldn't have known about such a blissful and delightful thing between a man and a woman!”

Lucius suddenly glared at him fiercely, "Impossible! How could she be interested in a cripple like you?"

Magnus' eyes sparkled with amusement. "You seem to be forgetting, Lucius, that while my legs may

not work, other parts of me function perfectly well. And as Kendra's husband, aren't there certain

expectations to be fulfilled?"

Lucius stood up abruptly, and his heart was pounding in his chest. He thought, "Kendra, wait for me. In

a few months, I'll come and get you." He shot Magnus a venomous look before kicking Magnus'

wheelchair.

The wheelchair spun out of control, careening out of the yard, and slamming into a grapevine trellis.

Magnus and the wheelchair toppled over in a mess.

From his spot on the second-floor balcony, Morgan watched the entire scene unfold. His gaze moved

from Lucius, standing by the tree, to Magnus, sprawled on the ground next to his overturned

wheelchair. "Linden!" He bellowed. Linden rushed out, his eyes widening at the sight of Magnus.

Magnus' sudden fall took everyone by surprise. "Mr. Magnus!" exclaimed Linden, rushing over to help

Magnus into his wheelchair. His eyes darted anxiously over to Lucius, who stood rooted to the spot

beneath a tree, his face ashen.

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.