How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Ryan knew Orson was one of Stuart's guys. The reason was simple: the guy had a way of speaking that rubbed people the wrong way, and Ryan had heard Oswald, the family's strict but fair head, give Orson a good earful more than once.

"So, with Stuart and your sister-in-law gone, what are you still doing hanging around?" Ryan asked.

Puffing out his chest with a smirk, Orson replied, "I've got an important job. Mrs. Hetfield tasked me with keeping an eye on Norbert. If anything's off, I'm to report straight back to her."

Ryan paused before asking, "Off? How?"

Shaking his head, Orson said, "Not sure exactly. Just gotta make sure he's not sneaking any booze or check if his health's getting any better. Norbert's not in great shape, and I've got to make sure he's taking his meds."

"You don't know how he's doing?"

"What's there to know?"

he's not doing so great

the family, except to the sister-in-law. Even Orson, who was often by her side, seemed oblivious, something Ryan found curious. It dawned on Ryan that everyone was deliberately keeping the sister-in-law in the dark. Since it was Grandpa's wish,

Orson felt a twinge of pity. "In my family, the brothers and sister are all close. But the young master here looks like he's got no one. Doesn't play with his siblings, and always looks

offered, "Hey, cheer up. How about you play with my slingshot for a bit? It

When had he ever expressed an interest in

straight at the bullseye. Ryan's eyes widened in amazement. Orson, basking in his moment of glory,

Orson dragged Ryan along to play with the slingshot. Ryan's mood lightened a bit, at least until a thunderstorm rolled in, forcing him and Orson back to the mansion. Once inside, Orson turned serious again, "Young master, I'll let you play with

"Okay..."

doctor, hands covered in blood, was frantically trying to stabilize