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

a granddaughter ever surpass a

oblivious to her

Yara pinched her daughters

aware of the family's cold shoulder towards

was indifferent to their

Norbert was kind to her, she wanted to return that

Stuart, who had already gone

either asleep or about to

early to bed, late to get up, and still yawning throughout the day. It was a wonder where he

dull the brain but wouldn't dare

Norbert had retired for the

short staircase felt like a trek

Stuart made

at night

He had helped her, saved her, and even lent

faced with choices, Stuart

matter how Morwenna rationalized, Adelaide had saved Stuart, and Adelaide was his benefactor. She couldn't

alone, Morwenna feared