Chapter 475 Be Careful Not to Turn into an Old Man Nobody Wants
Before the poison in Benjamin's body was cured, Magnus's biggest wish was just to see him live like a normal person.
He wanted Benjamin to be healthy, safe, get married, and have children.
Now all his wishes had come true.
How wonderful!
Alaric came over and patted him gently on the shoulder. "Come on, this is a good thing. I never knew you were so emotional before."
As he spoke, Alaric pulled out a tissue and handed it to him.
Magnus took the tissue and wiped away his tears. "Getting old makes you sentimental. Sorry you had to see that."
Alaric said, "Nothing to be embarrassed about. You're just crying tears of joy, I get it."
Magnus: "..."
Could he please not point it out so directly?
Didn't he care about saving face?
Was this really his own son?
He must have picked him up somewhere!
He cleared his throat and explained, trying to stay calm: "I was just so surprised. I never expected Benjamin to do so well, already having a kid and all."
After a pause, he continued, "You're the older brother and still single. Better hurry up, or when you become an old man, no one will want you."
He was afraid Magnus would keep going, so he quickly found an excuse to leave.
It wasn't until Alaric left the hotel that he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The air outside was so fresh, and his ears were finally peaceful. No one to bother him anymore.
Although he had longed for fatherly love as a child, too much of it was a bit overwhelming.
Even though he said this, the corners of his lips couldn't help but turn up.
After Alaric left, Magnus also smiled helplessly.
He leaned back on the sofa, covering his heart, feeling wrapped in an unprecedented sense of happiness.
This feeling—he hadn't experienced it in over twenty years.
He felt more and more that coming back was the right decision.
The next second, his smile froze on his face as a tearing pain shot through his chest.
The pain came suddenly and violently, giving him no chance to catch his breath.
His ears filled with buzzing sounds, his mind went blank, his vision darkened, and everything spun. He passed out.
Meanwhile, Benjamin drove home in a good mood, stopping along the way to buy some small gifts for Sophia and the baby.
Although the baby in Sophia's belly hadn't been born yet, ever since he learned he was going to be a father, he couldn't help buying cute little toys and clothes whenever he saw them.
In just a few days, the closet at home was already filled with various children's items.
Although Benjamin said he was annoyed, he was actually looking forward to the child's arrival.
Whether toys or clothes, he would buy two of everything—one for a boy and one for a girl.
Benjamin said he was biased, but what father could really bear to throw out his son?
Sophia knew his stubborn personality. She found it both helpless and amusing, and knowing she couldn't stop him, she just let him do as he pleased.
When he came out of the mall, he was carrying two shopping bags.
The larger one contained gifts for Sophia, and the smaller one was for the baby.
He was someone with a weak sense of family ties. The people in this world worth caring about could be counted on one hand.
Among them, Sophia always came first.
Preston second.
Alaric third.
Everyone else, whatever.
After that came people who didn't even need to be kept in mind.
So whether in his and Sophia's family or in the White family, Sophia was his most important person.
No one could shake Sophia's position.
He placed the shopping bags on the passenger seat, glancing at them from time to time, unable to stop the corners of his lips from turning up.
But he never expected that when he got home, he would find only chaos everywhere and bodyguards lying on the ground.
Benjamin's heart sank heavily. He quickened his pace and walked over. "What happened? Where's Sophia?"
The unconscious bodyguard on the ground slowly came to and frantically grabbed his clothes: "Mr. White, something terrible happened. Mrs. White was taken away by Lachlan's men."
These words struck like thunder in Benjamin's mind. His whole body stiffened, his eyes full of disbelief.
"How many people did they bring?"
These bodyguards were personally trained by him, carefully selected, with strong combat abilities.
If even they were knocked to the ground without even a chance to fight back, how strong must the people Lachlan brought be?
The bodyguard endured the pain throughout his body and answered: "They... there were about thirty or so people, and they were very strong fighters."
"Where is Mrs. White? Was she hurt?"
"No, Mrs. White went with them willingly. She... she was trying to protect us..."
The bodyguard's eyes couldn't help but redden, filled with guilt and pain.
Under Benjamin's questioning, the bodyguard told him everything.
After Sophia ordered them to take away the maid who had drugged her, Lachlan rushed in with a group of people.
He had obviously made full preparations before coming, and only five or six bodyguards were left at home.
In a confrontation between the two sides, one-on-one, they could barely fight to a draw, but they had to fight four against one and quickly fell behind.
Moreover, those people were all desperados who struck viciously, going straight for the kill.
If Lachlan hadn't ordered them to spare their lives, they probably wouldn't have survived until now.
When Sophia heard the sounds of fighting, she immediately came out of her room. When she saw Lachlan, there was no panic in her eyes.
It was as if everything was within her expectations.
"You don't seem surprised at all." Lachlan had a gentle smile on his lips.
Sophia sneered, her eyes full of undisguised mockery. "Should I be surprised? You think you hid it well? Should I call you Lachlan, or should I call you Mr. Bryant?"
Lachlan stared at her for a while, then laughed out loud. "When did you find out? Do Benjamin and the others know?"
"Yes, I'll call you, Mr. Bryant. Mr. Bryant, your acting skills need more work."
Lachlan's face darkened. "Since you've discovered my secret, you should know why I'm here."
Sophia tilted her head, her pale fingers tapping on her chin, as if thinking.
After a moment, she spoke: "Let me guess. You're so eager to get me to Celestria—is it for those so-called research projects?"
"You're very smart." Lachlan seemed very patient.
He stood upright among the group of fighting bodyguards, calm and composed, with an indescribable gentle temperament about him.
But Sophia knew very clearly that these were just his outward appearances.
Lachlan was actually crazier than anyone; otherwise, he wouldn't have harmed so many people.
She spoke calmly: "Now I'm getting curious. What exactly are you experimenting on? Care to share?"
Lachlan smiled: "Want to know that badly? Come with me and see for yourself, then you'll understand everything. I believe you'll be very interested."