How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

From a young age, Morwenna always envied other kids who had parents constantly fussing over them. She couldn't understand how anyone could find that annoying.

Throughout the conversation, Stuart remained quiet, listening attentively without interrupting. What had started as a pleasant mood gradually turned somber. Unlike Morwenna, Stuart wasn't as naive. He was well aware of Grandpa Norbert's failing health. Norbert's sudden chattiness felt like he was settling his affairs.

Realizing he might have said too much, Norbert paused, "Alright, doesn't Wenna have school? It's getting late; Stuart, could you drive her back?"

Glancing at the time, Morwenna hurriedly replied, "Okay, I should head back to school then. I'll come visit you during the holidays, Grandpa."

As Morwenna and Stuart walked away, Norbert called out, "Wenna."

Turning back, Morwenna asked patiently, "Yes, Grandpa?"

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"Good...bye."

a handkerchief. Goodbye, indeed. Perhaps, forever. It felt like Morwenna's departure took away the last of Norbert's vitality. Norbert, who had

with cold detachment. Seeing Norbert being helped back to his room, she muttered under her breath, "Old coot, why won't he just hurry up

harbored a grudge over a precious family heirloom, wishing Norbert would pass away sooner. It wasn't that she was heartless; it was just that Norbert had insisted on holding onto his shares until his death

and closed the door behind her. In the corner, holding a glass of water, stood Ryan, frozen in shock. He had heard everything. He heard his cousin wishing for their grandfather's death.

result of Grandpa's lifetime of hard work, allowing them to live a life of comfort. Why couldn't anyone else see the gratitude