The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Natalia gazed into the warm depths of Magnus’ dark eyes, then at his strikingly handsome features, and silently nodded in agreement. With a protective arm, Magnus scooped Natalia into his embrace and, along with their son, Jonas, made a beeline for the hospital. Magnus needed confirmation of Natalia's pregnancy to set his mind at ease. The trio hurried to the hospital, Magnus on edge the entire way, insisting on carrying Natalia and refusing to let her walk for fear she might twist her back. Jonas, the obedient little shadow, trailed behind them, and whenever Natalia voiced a protest, he sided with his dad, urging her to stay content in his father's arms. Natalia was beyond words. Those in the know would understand she was off to the gynecologist, but to any onlooker, her husband and son's battle stations stance might've suggested she was battling some terminal illness. Despite her protests, her voice carried little weight in the matter, and she resigned herself to resting against Magnus’ chest. Her hand covered her face in case they bumped into someone familiar. The embarrassment would be unbearable! Magnus carried Natalia to the maternity ward, elbowing the door open. "Doctor, quick, my wife needs seeing to!" The doctor, picking up on Magnus' panic, immediately tensed up. "Alright, lay the patient down on the bed. What seems to be the problem? Is she miscarrying, or is it an ectopic pregnancy?" The sight of a man carrying a woman to the gynecologist's office usually meant serious business. Magnus, his face like thunder but complying with the doctor's instructions, gently placed Natalia on the bed before glowering at the doctor. "We're here for a pregnancy test!" Only then did the doctor realize she'd jumped to conclusions, muttering irritably, "Well, you could've started with that. Who carries their wife in for a pregnancy test?" "What are you saying?" Magnus flared up. "As a doctor, you should be ashamed of that attitude! Now, | doubt whether you're even qualified to administer a test to my wife!" The doctor was used to scolding patients. She wasn't familiar with Magnus, and was taken aback by his fury. "Tch, who do you think you are? If you don't like it, get lost. Don't give me that attitude!" With a dismissive roll of his eyes, the doctor returned to his seat, ignoring them entirely. Magnus' temper soared. Had this been in Melfort, he would've taught this arrogant doctor a lesson in regret. "Fine! You're the boss! But just remember, don't cross me!" Fuming, Magnus returned to Natalia's side, preparing to lift her, "Let's go. We won't be getting our check-up here." Natalia gently chastised Magnus, "Look at you, getting all worked up for nothing. What's the use in arguing with the doctor?" Just as Magnus was about to respond, the hospital director happened to pass by the door. The director, having tried and failed to secure a meeting with Magnus multiple times, was thrilled to bump into him, promptly entering with a push of the door. "Mr. Andersen? My, what a surprise to see you here! It must be fate," the director said, pushing up his gold-rimmed glasses and warmly shaking Magnus' hand. Magnus didn't recognize the hospital director but saw his title on the badge, responding politely with a nod, "Hello." The director, worried about the hospital's fragile finances, saw Magnus’ unexpected visit as a golden opportunity. He quickly deduced the situation and cheerfully asked, "Is the lady here for a check-up?" He then turned to the doctor inside. "What are you waiting for? Get moving and provide Mrs. Andersen with the service she deserves!" The doctor, realizing the gravity of his blunder—having just mouthed off to a VIP—feared for her job. Hoping to salvage his career, she plastered on a flattering smile and approached Magnus. "Oh, Mr. Andersen, forgive my foolishness. Please, don't take it to heart." "Hmph!" Magnus huffed coldly, "How could 1? Your hospital is just too superior for the likes of us!" With that, Magnus bent down and lifted Natalia, who was lying flat on her sickbed. "Let's go, my dear. This hospital isn't worth the visit!" This certainly caught the hospital director and the doctor off guard; they had never imagined Magnus's temper to be so short. The director quickly grabbed Magnus's arm, "Mr. Andersen, did something happened just now? Please don't be angry. | assure you we will handle the matter seriously!" Fear made the doctor break into a sweat, causing his knees to go weak as he stammered, "I...I..." "You haven't even finished your internship and you are acting arrogant here? Pack your things and get out!" the director turned and harshly scolded the doctor. Then he turned back to Magnus, his face all smiles, “Mr. Andersen, please don't be angry. Our hospital's service and technology are the best in all of Hawaii. Should your wife need any kind of examination, we assure you we will provide A-class service."

But Magnus still couldn't douse the fire of his anger, he retorted coldly, "Well, we may not be u i yeuO (1 _ lass serge dee r. This hespital of yours is truly eye-opening! Just a small-time doctor and already so high and mighty. Don't forget that this is a service profession!” Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org.NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

"Yes, Mr. Andersen, you are absolutely right! I'll see to it that we make immediate reforms. Thi disgrace 0 gh mrettéal profession Wil b ealt with immediately!" The director, sweating profusely, waved the doctor away. "Settle your wages with the finance department, and don't bother coming in tomorrow." Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org. "Director, I..." The doctor, now tearful and mortified, slapped herself twice, pleading with Magnus, "Please, Mr. Andersen, just let this go. I've got a family to support; | can't be without a job."

Magnus snorted with barely concealed disdain. "What if it'd been someone else, huh? | b Lyoudstil s rytipgerauRa ike a peacock. don't deserve to wear that white coat! | hope you remember this lesson and stop disgracing the noble reputation of healthcare professionals." Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org. "Are you hearing me? Scram! And if you don't hurry up, don't bother coming back for your paycheck!" The hospital director briskly ushered the doctor out the door before turning to Magnus with a solicitous air. "Mr. Andersen, is your wife unwell, or is there another matter?" Magnus glared at him. "Unwell? We're here for a pregnancy check-up. My wife might be expecting." The director let out a silent sigh of relief, having narrowly avoided turning good news into bad, and quickly smoothed things over. "Oh, that's wonderful news. Mr. Andersen, please come with me. I'll arrange for a comprehensive check-up for your wife right away." With the tension somewhat alleviated, Magnus followed the director, carrying Natalia through the corridors. They were treated with the utmost respect, befitting VIPs for the remainder of their visit.