How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Lorna was the first to crack, blurting out, "Morwenna, aren't you supposed to be dirt poor?"

Given Morwenna's usual diet of plain sandwiches and water, anyone would tag her as broke. Not to mention her daily grind as a courier, a job even the needy would find tough. But now, Morwenna had brought them to a sprawling estate, claiming it as her home.

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Before she could finish, Lorna interrupted loudly, "You live in this mansion? And you call yourself poor? This place is bigger than an airport!"

Even Norbert at the gate called her Miss Morwenna, clearly not someone who worked there.

Dahlia also looked at Morwenna, asking, "Is this Hetfield Manor?"

her eyes, "You

other Hetfield

of the Hetfield Corporation, what else could it be? Their

Rosefrost University that I moved to Hetfield Manor. Norbert Hetfield has been very kind to me, treating me like his own granddaughter. He's the only family I have, so of course, I can't just

her voice rising, "The elderly man who dropped you off

Hetfield had disguised himself so well that even those who knew him

was shocked, "That generous old man was Norbert?" He was someone

taking special care of a young relative recently. Could that be

"If nothing goes

schooling, they hadn't been fully informed. Just as they were about to ask more, the front door