How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Yara had always been fat, and pregnancy had only added to her weight.

But Morwenna dragged her away with one hand while the other clamped over Yara's mouth to muffle her protests.

Morwenna moved so swiftly that Norbert didn't see what she was doing.

At the doorway, Morwenna warned, "Listen, Yara, if you keep riling up Norbert, I won't hesitate to lay my hands on you."

Yara was incredulous. "You wouldn't dare!"

Morwenna's eyes hardened. "If anything happens to Norbert, there's nothing I wouldn't dare." All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

To Morwenna, Norbert was her last ally, the only family left.

She had been too young to change anything when Melvin passed away.

But at the time, if anyone dared to hurt Norbert, she was ready to risk it all.

Yara was shocked by the resolve in Morwenna's eyes.

Ignoring Yara, Morwenna turned and returned to the hospital room, saying to Phineas and Sabrina, "Phineas, Sabrina, you should head home and rest. I'll stay and wait on Norbert."

Everyone had seen how Morwenna had dragged Yara out.

Yara's daughters didn't even have time to make a move.

Then, they chose not to confront Morwenna, especially since Norbert had asked her to stay. The group quietly left.

Phineas' elder son glanced at Morwenna several times before leaving.

Morwenna firmly shut the hospital room door behind her.

It was just Norbert and Morwenna.

Her expression softened. "Norbert, how are you feeling?"

"Much better, Wenna. Don't worry. Where's Stuart?"

Morwenna didn't answer. She was afraid that knowing Stuart hadn't come would disappoint Norbert, who always had a soft spot for Stuart, no matter his antics in the Hetfield family.

She sat by the bed and slowly said, "Norbert, the doctor said you couldn’t get this worked up anymore. You should delegate your work and avoid stress. And you must avoid alcohol."

"Yeah, you have to slow down when you get old. But how can I give up drinking? It's part of life."

"Norbert! The doctor was clear. Your health can't handle alcohol anymore."

"Maybe just a little less, then."

Morwenna sighed, knowing how difficult it was to cut down after years of drinking.

She remained firm. "No, the doctor said no. From now on, I’ll help you stay away from alcohol."

Norbert chuckled.

No one had ever been so insistent with him before.

After a moment, he nodded. "I'll try my best. Well, where's Stuart?"

Again, Norbert asked about Stuart.

Morwenna's expression stiffened. How could she explain that Stuart hadn’t rushed over, that he might be with Adelaide?

Norbert had never liked Adelaide, and knowing that could upset him more.

As Morwenna was struggling with how to respond, the door to the room burst open.

Stuart strode in, looking like he had hurried back, his tone weary. "Hey, Grandpa, how are you holding up? Not dead yet, I hope?"

Norbert replied dryly, "No, not dead yet. I’m still here to keep the Hetfield family going for a couple more years."

"If you're alright, I'll be going."

"Hold it! Even if I don't croak today, my days are pretty much numbered. Stay in the hospital tonight. I need to talk to you."

Stuart frowned. "I'm busy. Can't whatever it is wait until you're out?"

Norbert scoffed, "What, are you too busy to spend one night in the hospital with your dying grandfather?"