How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Knowing full well that Phineas had ulterior motives, how could she possibly fetch documents for him? Regarding Norbert Hetfield, Stuart might have indeed been involved in something, but Morwenna refused to believe that Stuart intended to harm Norbert Hetfield. The

calls that wouldn't connect only served to extinguish any hope Morwenna had left for Stuart.

After composing herself, she returned to Norbert's room. Quietly, Morwenna sat by the bed. She watched the mist on the oxygen mask and listened to the rhythmic ticking of the ventilator. Just sitting there in silence, Morwenna questioned what the point of living was. She didn't understand why she was trying so hard. Even after a lifetime of effort, she'd end up alone, regardless of how many people she helped or how hard she studied. Everything she cared about would be lost, living like a ghost wandering the earth. What was the point? Perhaps she should have left with her mom when she was just five. Life was too hard, too tiring...

her despair became now. Morwenna held Norbert's frail, withered hand, leaning over the bed and closing her eyes. "Oh Lord, give my years to Norbert Hetfield," she whispered.

was still holding Norbert Hetfield's hand, watching him as his breathing became so faint it seemed it might stop at

measures.

just a simple word. It was pain, it was torture. In these two days of attempts to save him, Norbert Hetfield's hands were covered in bruises, his aged skin barely offering places for injections anymore. The last CPR had broken a rib due to the difficulty in breathing, and his trachea had been temporarily opened. Morwenna couldn't bear to think how much it hurt. She didn't fear pain for herself, but she feared Norbert Hetfield's pain. She didn't

aside! Every second we delay is a second lost for the patient!" But Morwenna wouldn't budge. The room's security guards hesitated, then rushed to pull Morwenna away. Morwenna fought back with all her might. The guards were unaware of