How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Chapter 447

Morwenna couldn't hear a word anyone was saying. Her mind was consumed with just one thought: Norbert Hetfield was dead, and she needed to get back to him.

She pushed Claude aside and began to limp toward the exit. Even for someone as nimble as Morwenna, who had spent countless days running through the mountains, jumping down from the second floor without any safety measures had injured her leg. Yet, she didn't care; she was determined to return home.

But at that moment, even if Claude and Brian didn't try to stop her, the reporters certainly wouldn't let Morwenna leave. Such a sensational story had them swarming like bees, their cameras incessantly flashing at Morwenna.

"Ms. Winslet, is it true that you've already been legally married to Mr. Hetfield?"

"Ms. Winslet, what drove you to betray him? How could you claim to love Mr. Hetfield while causing trouble for Claude?"

"Ms. Winslet, how much money did you swindle from Claude?"

"Ms. Winslet, how did you manage to marry into the Hetfield family? Were you banking on Norbert's support to scheme your way in?"

Morwenna raised her hand to shield her eyes from the blinding flashes. The lights were so intense she could barely keep her eyes open. Amidst the cacophony, she vaguely heard someone mention Norbert. Right, Norbert Hetfield-she had to see him.

collided into a reporter, unable to see through the

you don't want to answer, fine, but why ruin my camera? You owe me for this! Unlike you, I can't

and we

to get up and leave. Under normal circumstances, not even ten reporters could have stopped her. But now, she was frail, having gone days without proper food or rest, her body barely

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crashing back down, her hand

Claude. He forcefully pushed the reporters away. "Get back! All of you,

tried to intervene. "Master Claude,

Claude stood little chance against the throng of journalists. Overcome with a protective rage, he clutched a small

injected Claude with a tranquilizer he'd kept on hand. Within seconds, Claude collapsed, caught

but none for Morwenna. She was like a cornered animal, surrounded by

the past, Norbert

her from the storm. Now, without him, she felt shattered, her spirit and heart

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