How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Morwenna pinched her thigh hard, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill in front of Norbert Hetfield. She managed to say softly, "Norbert Hetfield, I don't need any of this. All I want is for you to be okay. I don't need anything else." "Listen, sweetheart, what Grandpa's giving you, you take. I know you're not one to fight for more, but I've selfishly dragged you into the Hetfield family mess. If I don't leave you something to protect yourself, I'll never rest easy!" "Okay, okay, I'll take it. Please, don't get worked up, Grandpa."

Initially, Norbert had given Morwenna a choice.

One option was a collection of real estate, antique paintings, and jewelry.

The other was shares in the Hetfield Group.

Either choice would ensure Morwenna's financial security. If Morwenna had chosen the real estate, he would have divided the Hetfield Group shares among the others.

But Morwenna turned down the real estate, and so Norbert became determined to leave everything to her.

It was a decision that would sound unbelievable to most.

Out of all the people within the Hetfield family, Norbert, holding twenty percent of the Hetfield Group's shares, chose to leave it all to Morwenna, an outsider. Norbert rambled on, gently making arrangements for after his passing.

composure, whispered, "Grandpa, it's late. You should rest." "Oh, how

that threatened to fall, Morwenna said, "Just wait, Grandpa. I'll

fetched a bottle of whiskey and two mugs, rushing back to find Norbert barely

mug and handing it to Norbert, Morwenna had to support his hand as both

today?" Norbert

replied, "Yes, I'll drink

in her other hand. These mugs, usually for tea, often ended up filled with whiskey instead. Now, it was for the

mugs gently clinked

closing his eyes for the last

forced a gulp of whiskey

...

of a no-man's land

packed up their