How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Morwenna's tone was firm. "No matter how much it is, it's not mine, and I don't want it."

Stuart had intended to transfer a few hundred thousand dollars to Morwenna, but since she didn't use PayPal and Stuart couldn't be bothered with the hassle, he gave her a card linked to one of his accounts.

For someone as cautious as Stuart, giving someone direct access to his money was unprecedented.

It was the first time he'd ever been willing to trust Morwenna somewhat, and she shot it down.

With a stern face and a hint of impatience, Stuart shoved the card into Morwenna's hand. "Throw it away if you don't want it. Don't come to the hospital tomorrow. I'll arrange for someone to take Grandpa back to the Hetfield's Homestead, where he will be cared for."

Morwenna wanted to say more, but Stuart had already stridden away.

Morwenna had a card she didn’t want.

She indeed needed money.

But she wouldn’t take what wasn’t rightfully hers.

She already owed Norbert and Stuart. She was there to repay a debt, not to take more.

Morwenna tucked the card away, planning to return it to Stuart later.

After Stuart left, he received a call from Fletcher.

With concern, Fletcher asked, "Stuart, how did it go? I heard Morwenna had signed a month-long contract. If she breaks it, there will be a penal sum. You might want to handle it by offering some

extra cash."

Fletcher almost immediately knew about Morwenna working at the Healing Streams Medical Center, his domain.

Imagine that! The wife of the heir to the Hetfield Group, too thrifty to buy herself a decent meal, working night shifts as a caregiver at the hospital.

By day, she was gutting fish at the Windcharm Villas market.

It was almost unbelievable!

So, when Fletcher found out, he informed Stuart immediately.

He would have given Morwenna the money if he didn't fear Stuart getting jealous.

Stuart coldly and dangerously responded, “Why are you so interested in her business?”

Fletcher choked a bit, knowing Stuart could be possessive. All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

He quickly added, "No, no, just a heads-up. And you might want to explain about Adelaide to her, too."

"Do I need your advice?"

"No, I spoke out of turn."

Fletcher hung up, rolling his eyes.

Without his advice, Stuart had no idea what to do. He must admit it.

…

Morwenna was always busy.

She spent mornings at Windcharm Villas market gutting fish, afternoons tutoring, and then back to sleep.

At dinner, someone would wake Morwenna.

After eating, she would spend time talking with Norbert.

Norbert had been moved back to the Hetfield's Homestead.

His condition was only dangerous during acute episodes. Staying in the hospital for long was pointless.

Specialized doctors and nurses cared for him, who were far more professional than the caregivers who looked after Keira.

While with Norbert, Morwenna suddenly smelled something odd. She picked up a nearby coffee mug and sniffed.

Her face changed, annoyed, "Norbert, I told you no alcohol! How could you start boozing as soon as you get out of the hospital?"

To everyone’s shock, the mug was filled with whiskey.

The attending medical staff turned pale as they hadn’t noticed.

No one dared to check Norbert’s mug like Morwenna did.

Embarrassed, Norbert said, "Just a few sips. It doesn’t matter."

"It does matter, Norbert. You promised me you wouldn’t drink anymore."

"Okay, I admit my mistake. I won’t do it again..."

"That’s more like it. I checked with the doctor. Your blood sugar isn't high. In a few days, I'll make you some cookies. It's healthier. If you want a drink, have a piece of the cookie."

The rest of the Hetfield family watched with respect and complexity.

Norbert was almost an authority in the Hetfield family.

No one dared to contradict what he said, and no one would directly tell him he was wrong.