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."

yet quiet, knew their attempts to cozy

could a granddaughter ever surpass

oblivious to

and Norbert enjoying each other's company, Yara pinched her daughters again, much harder

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

to their stares and

as Norbert was kind to her, she wanted to

ignored Stuart, who had already

either asleep or about to

early to bed, late to get up, and still yawning

believed too much sleep could dull the brain but wouldn't dare call

for

felt like a

with Stuart made

night

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

when faced with choices, Stuart

rationalized, Adelaide had saved Stuart, and Adelaide was his

up alone, Morwenna feared abandonment and being