Female Novel
Chapter 1846
In the midst of the banquet hall, Morrison made his way towards Magdalen, her father clutching her
hand, was already brimming with tears, "We've loved Magdalen for twenty-seven years, she's the apple
of our eye. I hope you'll continue to cherish her!"
Morrison's gaze was unwavering, "Thank you for raising Magdalen, for protecting her as she grew, and
for trusting me with her care. I promise you, I will always look after her, love her, from today onwards,
she won't lose any love, only gain."
Mr. Sampson nodded through his tears, solemnly and trustingly handing Magdalen over to Morrison in
the presence of all.
Magdalen suddenly choked up, looking at Mr. Sampson, "I won’t lose love, and neither will you or Mom.
I will always be your daughter!"
Mr. Sampson's tears fell swiftly as he nodded repeatedly, "Alright, go with Morrison."
Morrison once again expressed his gratitude to Mr. Sampson, then took Magdalen's hand firmly in his,
and together they walked towards their future.
A new chapter in their life was beginning.
In this new journey of life, their bond would grow stronger, hand in hand, loyal to each other, ready tonovelbin
embrace even more of life's vistas.
At the wedding altar, the officiant stood solemnly before an open Bible, his voice grave as he asked,
"Mr. Morrison, do you take Miss Magdalen to be your wife, to join with her before God, to love her,
honor her, and cherish her, just as you love yourself? For richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health,
from youth to old age, to love her and never part?"
Morrison gazed deeply into Magdalen's eyes and spoke slowly, "I do! I take her to be my wife, in God's
sight, to love her, protect her, be faithful to her forever. She is my one true love!"
Tears welled up in Magdalen's clear, wide eyes as she locked gazes with him.
Estelle, standing to the side, watched the couple, her heart stirring with emotions she couldn't quite
name. No one knew better than she the depth of feeling between Morrison and Magdalen.
Magdalen cherished their meeting at sixteen, and Morrison had never forgotten, even adorning her
custom tiara with eleven diamonds—a silent testament to his profound love.
Magdalen had once confessed that nothing could make her stop loving Morrison.
Morrison had said that Magdalen could never leave him.
They knew each other too well; perhaps they had already become inseparable entities.
Estelle looked at Magdalen while in the crowd, Jonathan watched her intently.
He had never before felt the solemnity and sanctity of a wedding, nor had he ever anticipated their own
wedding more than at this moment.
Lost in thought, Jonathan was approached by a man who stammered softly, "Mr. Lamont, hello!"
Jonathan turned, noticing the man behind him in a blue shirt and slicked hair, with a sycophantic smile.
Assuming the man was buttering him up, Jonathan responded indifferently, "What is it?"
The man whispered, "Mr. Lamont, do you know the best man and maid of honor at the front? They
were talking upstairs, mentioned you!"
Jonathan's eyes narrowed slightly, "Where?"
"On the third floor. There was no one else there, just the two of them. I recorded their conversation.
Would you like to listen?" The man said with an air of mystery, "If you want to hear it, let's find a quiet
place. I'll play it for you."
With a detached grace and indecipherable tone, Jonathan's voice held a chill, "Follow me!"
He stood and left the hall, with Lance quickly following behind.
Charlie watched their departure, his brow furrowed slightly, his eyes thoughtful.
Exiting the hall, Jonathan entered a quiet lounge next door and sat on the couch, his eyes fixed on
Lance, "The recording?"