How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Phineas saw Morwenna's eyes flutter open and gently coaxed, "Look, the only person who's truly been there for you is Norbert. Why concern yourself with anyone else? What are you pondering over?"

"I agree."

Despair mingled with a trace of hatred in Morwenna's gaze.

It was Stuart who had deceived her, betrayed her, and even orchestrated the car accident that had seemed like a life-saving event.

Why shouldn't she seek revenge?

Just because she was poor and alone, did that give them the right to deceive and hurt her?

Phineas had a point; she didn't need to care about anyone else now, just Norbert Hetfield.

Seeing the change in Morwenna's expression, Phineas laughed inwardly. Breaking someone's spirit to achieve his own aims was indeed satisfying.

This time, however, he was wise enough to keep his distance from Morwenna, fearing she might suddenly change her mind and lash out.

With a smile, Phineas suggested, "Let's go then. Norbert's condition is unstable; who knows what might happen if we delay? Better to avoid any more troubles." "Okay."

Just as Morwenna released Norbert Hetfield's shirt, she suddenly felt him grasp her hand. His frail hand trembled slightly, as if summoning all his remaining strength. It was barely any strength at all, easily breakable with a little force.

But this faint grip was all the old man had left, his way of offering Morwenna support.

was gravely

that

clouded and dim, couldn't open;

Wenna would end up together, never anticipating the truth to

that had led to Wenna's suffering, harming this child who saw him as a grandfather. Norbert longed

going well, I'd support you leaving Stuart. I just

cloud your judgment. You were always meant to

the words he wanted to say were trapped inside him, his dying body unable to move, every breath

Norbert could do was gently hold Wenna's hand, offering his last bit

squeeze, then his hand

slightly, the hate fueled by resentment calming a bit due to that

she saw the tear that escaped from the corner of Norbert Hetfield's eye, a tear that seemed to flow into her, over her battered heart.

to

acts of

of evil.

so you can face

to say, "Child, walk forward without worry. I'm

elnet

And even when

gone