How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

The atmosphere shifted noticeably among them.

Brian, clearly irritated, remarked, "I can't believe Stuart is letting a woman control him. He's completely enchanted by a seductress."

Fletcher's patience snapped, and he grabbed Brian by the collar, his voice firm, "Brian, you don't have any idea what kind of person Morwenna is. Don't speak ill of her without knowing the truth. She's the woman Stuart trusts, and she has risked her life for him before." "If someone as genuine and pure-hearted as Morwenna is considered a seductress, then there are no good women left in this world."

Brian shoved Fletcher away, retorting, "Fine, you believe in her, then let her go find Stuart. She has a way to track him, doesn't she? For someone who's not afraid to risk their life, venturing into a dangerous no-man's land to prove her loyalty should be nothing." Fletcher didn't continue the argument. Some truths needed to be discovered before further discussion could be meaningful.

...

Back at Hetfield's Homestead, Morwenna sat beside Norbert's bed, watching over him as he lay in a restless slumber.

She gently held Norbert Hetfield's hand, whispering as if confiding a secret, "Norbert Hetfield, don't worry. I haven't done anything wrong. I just told a little white lie to Phineas. Norbert Hetfield, I'm learning to bend the truth too..."

Whether Norbert could hear her or not, Morwenna continued to murmur softly, her voice blending with the rhythmic beeping of the machines beside them, as if echoing her sentiments.

Phineas had fulfilled his promise, administering some medicine to Norbert. Though it was unclear what it was, Norbert seemed much more at ease, as if the pain had subsided.

Perhaps it was painkillers, possibly with side effects, but at that moment, the specifics didn't matter.

Norbert didn't have much time left, Morwenna wished for nothing more than for his

even drunk water, occasionally dozing

felt someone stroking her head. She opened

are you sleeping here? Go back to your room. You won't rest well

this before joy filled her eyes, "Grandpa,

I'm awake. I feel much better today.

trouble at all. As long as you're

look

lying here so long,

feels tasteless. I could

something flavorful."

belongs to en.kikisto

would you like? Anything but alcohol

taste of alcohol. Ha, juice,

Hetfield so spirited filled Morwenna

must have given Norbert Hetfield some effective