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.

forward but collided into a reporter, unable to see through the

camera? You owe me for this! Unlike you, I can't just latch onto the rich and powerful. This camera cost me several months'

flirts with everyone, and we can't even talk about it?

crowd. She wanted 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

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single push from a reporter sent her crashing back down, her hand landing on

one noticed Morwenna was hurt. No one cared, except for Claude. He forcefully pushed the reporters away. "Get back! All of

"Master Claude, don't be rash! You'll get

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

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

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

past, Norbert Hetfield

and heart broken into pieces.

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