How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Morwenna saw Keira engrossed in her sketching and approached her quietly. "Keira, I've got to head out for a tutoring session. Can you wait for me here? I'll be back in a few hours. Here’s my cell number. Just in case you need anything."

Morwenna half-expected Keira to be hesitant, given her usual shyness.

But to her surprise, Keira's face lit up as she quickly pulled out her phone to save the number.

Having a way to contact Morwenna filled Keira with joy, especially thinking about future possibilities once her leg healed.

"I’ve saved it, Wenna. Go on. I'll be fine," Keira said sweetly.

Morwenna couldn't help but affectionately pat Keira's head, wondering how anyone could be mean to such a sweetheart.

Keira didn’t resist and let Morwenna play with her long hair.

After ensuring Keira was settled, Morwenna left for her tutoring job.

This time, instead of bringing a book for her student Claude, she snapped a photo of the picturesque scenery along the way. The image was blurred thanks to her ancient Nokia phone.

Despite the poor quality of the photo, Claude appreciated the gesture.

"It’s time Ms. Winslet got a new phone," he thought. Maybe he could use the excuse of needing better communication to gift her a new one.

Claude knew Morwenna was cautious about accepting gifts. She even returned favors for the snacks he brought daily with books.

Any gift needed a solid justification.

Unaware of Claude’s thoughts, Morwenna focused on her tutoring before hurriedly picking up Keira to return to the hospital.

It was time to find a new caregiver for Keira. Professionalism aside, Morwenna wanted someone genuinely kind.

Keira left the decision to Morwenna, trusting her implicitly despite having known her for only two days. She even joked that she would not struggle if Morwenna sold her out. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Keira considered not hiring a caregiver, preferring to stay with Morwenna. But she knew Morwenna was too busy, juggling several jobs to make ends meet.

After returning to the hospital, they saw a young woman in the room.

"Good evening, Mrs. Hetfield. I'm the new caregiver," the woman said, standing respectfully.

Morwenna was surprised. She hadn’t started her search yet.

The woman’s demeanor was gentle as she explained, " Mrs. Hetfield, Mr. Hetfield sent me. I'm trained in nursing and have cared for Mr. Norbert at the Hetfield's Homestead. I can cover day and night shifts and know all necessary rehabilitation exercises. You can trust me."

Morwenna then understood how the caregiver got there and why she addressed her as Mrs. Hetfield.

Knowing Stuart had made the arrangement somewhat reassured her.

But hearing the caregiver could also handle night shifts, Morwenna asked, slightly lost, "And... what about me?"

The woman smiled softly as she replied, "Mr. Hetfield thought you might want to go home, Mrs. Hetfield."