The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus) novel Chapter 197

Natalia's heart was in turmoil, and the anticipation of seeing her mother left her in a bundle of nerves. She was so lost in her thoughts that she'd forgotten Callum was still holding her.

Under the cover of night, the trio exited Callum's mansion, climbed into the car, and set off for Lena's residence. Inside the vehicle, Henry finally broke the heavy silence. "Callum, if you knew that Ms. Clarkson might be Ms. Lena's daughter, why didn't you say anything?"

Callum shot a glance at Henry, flashing a look that screamed “shut up.” Henry saw Callum's dark expression, and wisely refrained from asking any more questions. They were almost at Ms. Lena's house, and the truth would soon be unveiled. He didn't mind waiting a bit longer.

Soon, the car pulled up in front of an English-style building. This was where Lena, Rowell McKinney's secretary, lived. Perhaps due to work, Lena's residence was quite close to Henry's mansion.

Callum was the first to step out of the car, helping Natalia out, and patiently waiting for her to descend. As for Henry, he didn't get such treatment. He pushed open the car door and walked straight to the front entrance, pressing the doorbell.

Natalia stepped out of the car, noticing Henry had already rung the bell. Her hands were clenched nervously. Her heart was a mess. She was terrified at the thought of Lena being her biological mother, yet equally afraid if she wasn't.

"Who's there?" Following the ring of the doorbell, a soft voice echoed from inside the house, followed by the sound of shuffling slippers.

The door opened, revealing a slender, tall woman. She was dressed in a beige maxi dress. Her hair was in loose curls, and she had a forlorn expression on her face as she opened the door.

Lena looked at Henry standing at the door in confusion. "Mr. Henry, it's late. What brings you here?"

"Oh, I have something to discuss with you. Won't you invite us in?" Henry asked in a cordial tone.

Lena wrapped her arms around herself in slight discomfort. "I'm sorry, it's late. If you wish to visit, could you come tomorrow instead?"

Henry sensed Lena's aversion to being alone with men, and pointed to Natalia and Callum standing by the car. "Actually, Ms. Lena, I have two friends who would like to meet you."

Following Henry's direction, Lena saw the Frerotte family's car. When her eyes fell on Natalia, her face paled instantly. She clutched the door tightly, staring at the girl by the car. Was that Buttercup? But her daughter had been dead for five years, so who was this girl?

"I'm sorry, Master Henry, it's late. Let's talk tomorrow." With that, Lena turned and walked back inside, quickly shutting the door behind her.

The sudden turn of events left everyone stunned. By the time Henry had processed what had happened, the door was firmly shut. Henry blinked in surprise. He hadn't expected things to have turned out this way.