How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Claude sat quietly, his eyes glued to a book for hours.

Hetfield's Homestead was right next door to the Claude's house.

After returning home, Morwenna headed straight upstairs to catch some sleep.

She had a night shift at the nursing home and this was the only time she could get some rest.

Seeing her ascend the stairs, Yara huffed in displeasure, "Vanished all day and now heading straight to bed upon coming back. What kind of wife does that? To outsiders, it might look like we brought a queen home."

Morwenna paused mid-step.

Realizing she had spoken too boldly, especially considering Morwenna's assertive nature even in front of Stuart, Yara clamped her mouth shut, worried about provoking her, especially since she was pregnant.

However, Morwenna nodded and said, "You’re right, Yara. I'll be more mindful in the future."

With that, she continued upstairs to rest.

Yara huffed again.

Once in her room, Morwenna quickly took a shower and lay down in bed, clearing her mind of all distractions, much like she did during her exams, trying to catch some sleep whenever she had time.

The busyness helped her avoid overthinking.

She slept from three in the afternoon until six.

A maid called her down for dinner.

Checking the time, Morwenna figured three hours of sleep was sufficient and went downstairs.

The elders were already downstairs, including Sabrina, who had returned home today.

Yara was staying at the family home due to tension with her mother-in-law, while she was pregnant. Three of her daughters were still in school, the other one married.

Phineas’ two sons were busy working at the company.

It was rare for the younger family members to return to the mansion.

The usual dinner crowd at the mansion included Norbert, Phineas, Sabrina, Yara, with Morwenna being a recent addition.

Politely, Morwenna greeted them. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Sabrina, dressed in an evening gown, stood up and pulled Morwenna close, "Come sit by me, Morwenna. I had to step out these past few days. How have you been settling in? Anything you're uncomfortable with, you can always talk to me."

Morwenna shook her head.

Since their first meeting, Sabrina had been away and Morwenna hadn’t really interacted with her much, not expecting such warmth.

Dressed in her gown, Sabrina asked, "Where are you from, Morwenna? And how did you meet Stuart?"

Before Morwenna could answer, Norbert interrupted, "Sabrina, Morwenna is a college student I sponsored. She doesn’t come from a notable background; it was my decision to arrange her

marriage with Stuart. If you have any questions, you should ask me directly."

Sabrina’s smile held a hint of resignation, "Dad, I didn’t mean anything by it. I’ve always taken Stuart's marriage seriously. Since his parents are no longer here, this should be my responsibility. I just want to know if this marriage would be good for him."

Privately, she had already investigated Morwenna, but hearing it directly from Norbert that Morwenna was just a sponsored student added genuineness to her smile.

She was a woman without a prestigious family or resources to support Stuart.

That was actually perfect. It meant her own son had better chances.

Morwenna understood the implications. Her humble background offered no advantage to Stuart.

Sabrina continued with a friendly smile, "No worries, Morwenna. Don’t mind my questions. Stuart’s capable enough on his own. I’ll make sure his cousins step up and support him more."

Norbert’s gaze was deep and unreadable.

Morwenna didn't answer; in her eyes, it seemed like everyone in the Hetfield family had some sort of grudge against Stuart, except for Norbert.