The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus) novel Chapter 187

At that moment, May could finally see clearly. The child in Morgan's arms was as beautiful as a cherub. His big eyes were sparkling, his skin was soft and rosy, and his chubby little hand was in his mouth, as if he was hungry.

The child was drooling, making a pouting face, and his drool splattered onto Morgan's face. But Morgan wasn't angry. Instead, he laughed and wiped his face, enjoying the moment.

May was taken aback. Was she seeing things? Why did it feel like the child in Morgan's arms was a young Mr. Magnus?

Morgan noticed the surprise on May's and Linden's faces, and his heart was filled with joy. He strode into the house, calling out, "Where's my grandson? Tell him to come out!"

Upstairs, Magnus had already heard the commotion, but he didn't respond. He stood on the balcony, silently looking out at the blue ocean. Despite his healed leg, he wanted to stay on this island. He felt empty inside, as if this place was his sanctuary.

When his call was not answered, Morgan frowned, looking at Linden with displeasure. "Call Magnus."

Linden bent slightly, pointing upstairs. “He is upstairs, looking at the sea.”

Morgan frowned even more. Magnus was becoming more and more disgraceful. Ever since he lost his memory, he had been staring at the sea every day, as if he was enchanted. Sigh!

With a long sigh, Morgan held the child and went upstairs.

Upon entering Magnus' bedroom, Linden softly said, "Sir, Mr. Morgan is here."

Magnus didn't respond; he did not even move a muscle. He didn't know what was wrong with himself. He felt disinterested in everything. It was as if Magnus had lost the most important thing in his life.

Seeing Magnus' gloomy look, Morgan felt even more frustrated. Holding the baby, he walked towards Magnus, planning to give him a good scolding. But after a few steps, the little darling in his arms suddenly giggled. Morgan looked down at the giggling baby, his face full of love.

Magnus also heard the baby's laughter, and his heart stirred. He turned his head curiously, only to see his grandpa holding a baby. The baby was adorable, with a rosy, mischievous face. He was looking at Magnus with his big eyes, and his little fist was still in his mouth.

Whose child was this? Magnus was a bit puzzled. Why did he feel familiar with the baby in his grandpa's arms?

Morgan stopped in front of Magnus, placing the baby on his lap. "Magnus, look who this is? I'm giving this little guy to you. You have to pull yourself together. The road ahead is still long. You can't just give up like this."

Magnus didn't understand what Morgan was saying. His attention was entirely on the baby in his arms. He couldn't help but hold the baby. He stared at the baby's chubby face. The baby wasn't scared at all. He was looking at Magnus with his big eyes.

"Whose child is this?" Magnus asked softly. For some reason, his heart was pounding.

Morgan watched Magnus' expression. "This is your son, Magnus. You're a father now, you can't be reckless anymore. The whole Andersen family needs you."

Magnus' mind buzzed. He only saw Morgan's mouth moving, but he couldn't hear what he was saying.