The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 556

Natalia shot her husband, Magnus, a reproachful glance, annoyed that he had revealed too much to their son. But now that Jonas knew, she felt it wouldn't be right to keep hiding the truth. "Well, this is what happened," she confessed. "Henry came looking for Alice and then got into a scuffle with your dad. | ended up getting hit by a stray bullet."

"It wasn't a stray bullet at all, dear," Magnus interjected with unsettling frankness, ignoring the pleading looks Natalia was giving him. "Henry fired that shot on purpose. If it wasn't for your timely intervention, I'd have a bullet in my chest right now."

Magnus' blunt honesty was terrifying in its own way, and Natalia internally sighed, knowing that his words would only invite ridiculing from Jonas.

Sure enough, as soon as Magnus finished, Jonas rolled his eyes dramatically. "Dad, you're something else! Mom always ends up in trouble because of you. I'm worried sick over here. Maybe Mom should come and stay with me while | study, so | don't have to be on edge and scared she'll get hurt again."

Magnus, undeterred by the cheek, playfully thumped Jonas on the head. "You little rascal, | can take care of my wife. You don't need to fret over her."

"Honey!" Natalia chided Magnus with a glance, then tenderly rubbed Jonas’ head. "It's alright. I'm not in pain anymore. No worries, darling. Come on, let me treat you to something scrumptious."

With that, she took Jonas’ hand, and the three of them walked toward the school gates, a picture of familial warmth.

They had barely taken a few steps when a clumsy little girl bumped into Natalia, causing her to stagger. Magnus quickly steadied Natalia, shaking his head in mock despair. "My dear, what would you do without me? You can't even walk without nearly taking a tumble."NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

Before Natalia could respond, the little girl who caused the mishap was mortified and bowed deeply in apology. "I'm so sorry. | was in a rush to get home. Please forgive me for bumping into you."

"It's okay, sweetheart. You head on home now, and be careful," Natalia said with a gentle smile, putting the little girl's mind at ease. With a beaming smile, the girl hopped away.

Watching the girl disappear, Natalia stood frozen for a moment, lost in thought. A twinge of pain hit her heart as she remembered her daughter, whom Gabby snatched away. She would be about that little girl's age now.

Noticing Natalia's faraway look, Magnus guessed she was thinking about their missing daughter. With a silent sigh, he wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "Let's go, love."

Nodding, Natalia allowed herself to be led away, her mind wandering to her absent little angel.

During dinner, Natalia's heart wasn't in it. Jonas noticed his mother's melancholy, aware that she was missing her sister, whom she'd never met. The situation seemed disheartening despite him and Magnus searching for years with no leads.

Determined, Jonas placed some shrimp on Natalia's plate. "Mom, don't be sad. | promise, I'll find her." Touched by his words, Natalia's eyes glistened with tears as she nodded. "Yes, you're a good boy, Jonas. | believe in you."

Magnus, trying to lighten the mood, added fish to her plate. "Come on, don't be downhearted. Maybe our daughter is living in the same city, and we just haven't bumped into her yet. Eat up. You'll need your strength when we go looking for our little princess together."

Reassured, Natalia finally began to eat properly. After dinner, the family enjoyed a leisurely walk, and then Magnus and Natalia bid farewell to Jonas, who had to meet with his mentor.

In the office, the silver-haired mentor greeted Jonas warmly. "Jonas, our school is exchanging academy experiences, witha wrestigious institut nin Canada. They're very interested in your achievements and have extended an invitation for you to visit and perhaps give a lecture. Do you think you're up for it?” Please read the original content at .

Without hesitation, Jonas shook his head. "No problem at all, sir. When do we leave?" “Anytime is fine," his mentor replied with a smile. "But sooner is better, so they don't think we're slow on the uptake.”

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As they drove, Jonas gazed out at the unfamiliar Canadian landscape, curious about the beautiful maple leaves.

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