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."

daughters, grudging yet quiet, knew their attempts to cozy up never

a granddaughter ever

was oblivious to her daughters'

company, Yara pinched her daughters again, much harder

of the family's cold shoulder towards

was indifferent to their stares

was kind to her, she

Stuart, who had

asleep

late to get up, and still yawning

much sleep could dull the brain but wouldn't

Norbert had retired for the

like a trek

with Stuart made

him at night doubled her

He had helped

with choices, Stuart had chosen

saved Stuart, and Adelaide

up alone, Morwenna feared abandonment and