How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Morwenna once made Norbert a slingshot, and whenever she had some free time, she'd take him out to play with it to help him digest after a hearty meal.

Norbert seemed to have passed all his childhood delights to Morwenna. The young and the old were in the backyard, aiming at autumn leaves.

Orson watched by the side, a hint of envy in his eyes. He wished he had a slingshot, too.

They played for a while.

Quite a few leaves had fallen.

With a radiant smile, Morwenna said, "Norbert, how about that? Do you feel more limber after moving around a bit? We can't just sit around all day. No matter how busy we are, we need some activity. I also learned a new neck and shoulder massage technique. Want to have a try?"

"Of course, I want to try," Norbert replied.

Morwenna began massaging Norbert's shoulders.

The other Hetfields saw it and scoffed internally, though they didn't say anything outwardly.

Such an effort to please Norbert must be her way of getting a piece of the Hetfield pie.

Yara was irked and pinched her daughter in frustration. "See that? Learn something. I've been raising you all for nothing. You can't even curry favor properly. That's your grandpa. And you're outshone by an outsider."

grudging yet quiet, knew their attempts to cozy up

could a granddaughter ever surpass

was oblivious to

Yara pinched her daughters again, much

aware of the family's cold shoulder towards her, but

to

to her, she wanted to return

who had already

was either asleep or about

yawning throughout the day. It was a wonder where he spent

could dull the brain but wouldn't

retired for the

like

Stuart

night doubled

reflection, Stuart hadn't wronged her. He had helped her, saved her, and even lent

when faced with choices, Stuart had

Stuart, and Adelaide was

Morwenna feared abandonment