The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 509

Natalia's legs trembled with fear as she heard the news. She clung to Magnus’ arm as if she were a drowning woman grasping at a lifeline, her eyes widened with desperation. "Magnus, can we bring Jonas back? | don't want him to train anymore or to be some kind of major general. | just want him to live a good life, Magnus, please!"

Tears streamed down Natalia's face as Magnus wrapped her in a tight embrace, his own heart constricting with worry. Yet, he offered words of comfort, "Honey, look at our boy—only twelve and already a major general, not to mention a Harvard prodigy. Boys need to be tough like this. We should be proud of him!"

"But | don't want him to be in danger!" Natalia's grip on Magnus’ arm was unyielding.

"It's okay, Jonas is sensible. He'll turn the tide. He won't let his momma down! He'll be back safe and sound before you know it,” Magnus tried to soothe Natalia, though his own voice was thick with concern.

“Really? Will he be back soon?"

"Yes, trust me, my love. Our son's extraordinary. Nothing's going to happen to him," Magnus reassured her, glancing outside at the dim sky. "It's still dark in the States. Should we wait until daylight before heading over?"

Natalia shook her head vehemently. "No, | want to go now. | need to see with my own eyes that Jonas is okay." “Alright, let's go now then." Magnus nodded, supporting Natalia as they made their way to his private airstrip.

Soon, they were aboard a small private jet, flying towards the States. Both were consumed with worry, dreading any mishap befalling Jonas. Having already lost their daughter, another blow would devastate them beyond recovery.

On the endless expanse of the ocean, the sun blazed unforgivingly.

Jonas lay weakly on a piece of floating debris, his movements sluggish and futile. He had been adrift for a day, and all he could see was an uninterrupted vista of water—no sign of land, not even a temporary island for refuge.

As his strength waned, Jonas held on to the last vestiges of energy, determined not to let go of the chance to survive. He had to make it back; he couldn't bear to cause his mom and dad any more pain.

Instinct drove Jonas, his resolve unyielding, even as his body reached its limits.

Suddenly, a fierce wind whipped up over the sea, and the waves tossed Jonas high into the air! In that airborne moment, Jonas caught sight of an island in the distance. The realization jolted him with renewed vigor. There was a place to land, at last!

Reenergized, Jonas paddled with all his might toward the distant island, aided by the wind-driven waves propelling him in the right direction. As he drew closer to the island, joy filled his heart. It was lush with greenery, clearly not deserted.

The distance was closing! Just meters away from the island, a mighty wave, pushed by a sudden gust, engulfed Jonas, plunging him into darkness.

The wave crashed him into the sea, then swept him ashore, leaving him unconscious on the sandy beach under the scorching sun, oblivious to the heat that drove even the hermit crabs into the water.

After a while, two children—one tall, one short, a boy and a girl—approached from afar.

The boy, with his trousers rolled up and their shoes in his hands, ran barefoot. He was laughing joyishly as he chased after the girl who, lifting her skirt, was playfully fleeing from him. Dressed in a pristine white sundress, the girl moved with the grace of an angel lost in the mortal world.

They were Anna, who had emerged from the shadows of losing Gabby, and Johanson, who had taken her out to play.

With Grant absent from the estate, Johanson had taken on the role of the man of the house, leaving all matters to his elderly grandfather and devoting himself to caring for Anna.

The weather was fine, so he had taken Anna out of Oakwood Manor to enjoy the beach.

Anna, still young, had once been brought to the manor blindfolded and had thought the surrounding land was vast and flat. She was surprised to find that Oakwood Manor was nestled on an island. Now, surrounded by the boundless blue sea, her spirits soared with the azure waves. She kicked off her shoes to run barefoot on the sand.

Johanson indulged in her every move, carrying her shoes and following her with a loving warning. "Slow down, watch out for the shells hidden in the sand!"

Giggling, Anna ran ahead, oblivious to the path beneath her feet. "Catch me, Johanson! Isn't it beautiful here? The sea, the breeze—it's all so wonderfull!"

Johanson followed, bemused, until his face paled, and he yelled, "Watch your step!"

"What?" Anna glanced back, still backpedaling. Before she could react, she stumbled over something and tumbled backward onto the sand.

"Oof, my back!" she cried out in pain, then fell silent as she realized what had tripped her—a body on the shore. Panic seized her, and she scrambled away, calling out to Johanson in terror, "Johanson, I'm scared! There's a body here."

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