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.

gravely ill, not

had heard everything that happened

clouded and dim, couldn't open; his body

end up together, never anticipating the truth to be

suffering, harming this child

this. Wenna, remember what I told you? If things weren't going well, I'd support you leaving Stuart. I just wanted you to have a happier life,

resentment cloud your judgment. You were always meant to be such a

body unable to move, every breath a monumental effort,

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

a squeeze, then his

by resentment calming a bit due

escaped from the corner of Norbert Hetfield's eye, a tear that seemed

used to

of

deeds of evil. Live a

conscience so you can

used to say, "Child, walk

elnet

And

gone