How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Chapter 196

The room fell into a hushed silence.

No one had expected Morwenna to react like that.

Inside, Stuart breathed a sigh of relief.

Morwenna didn't mind his ruthlessness. That was all that mattered...

After her speech, Morwenna's gaze softened as she turned to Norbert, her cold eyes warming up. "Norbert, let me accompany you to rest. Stuart can handle these matters."

Pain and disappointment must be weighing heavily on Norbert's heart, and Morwenna felt a deep sympathy for him.

Norbert nodded in agreement.

Ignoring everyone else, Morwenna helped Norbert up the stairs.

Once upstairs, as had become their routine, she heated some water for Norbert to soak his feet.

Norbert, with a kindly voice, said, "Alright, Wenna, you should get some rest too. I'm fine."

But Morwenna felt uneasy. She didn't want to leave; she wanted to stay by his side.

She remembered Melvin always insisting he was fine, right up until he wasn't.

Seeing her worry, Norbert tried to put on a stern face. "I'm off to sleep now, girl. I'm a light sleeper, and I can't doze off with you standing there."

Left with no choice, Morwenna reluctantly left, but not before turning back to ask, "Norbert, you're really okay, right?"

Norbert nodded, "I'm fine."

Only then did Morwenna leave the room, gently closing the door behind her.

Once Morwenna had left, Norbert got up and began to write on a piece of paper.

It was a will.

"I've lived my life holding on to honesty and generosity, but in the end, I've realized I've messed up in so many ways. Upon my death, my shares will be left to..."

The room downstairs fell into silence the moment Morwenna left.

Stuart, having seen off the two people he cared about, let a cold smirk spread across his lips, as if unleashing the demons within.

Suddenly, he grabbed Yara by the throat, his voice cold as ice, "Auntie, you don't want to leave? Planning on delivering your son here? If you're so eager to meet him, I can arrange for a doctor to perform a C-section right now, fulfill your wish."

Yara turned deathly pale with fear.

Her pregnancy was only seven months along. If she were to have a C-section now, there was no guarantee the baby would survive.

Yara realized then that Stuart was serious.

He didn't give a hoot whether she was pregnant or not.

Enraging Stuart meant he might force her into premature labor.

Struggling for breath, Yara managed to say, "No, I'll leave, I'm leaving right now!"Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Stuart slowly released his grip. Yara, clutching her belly, collapsed to the floor.

Stuart spoke nonchalantly, "You should've realized this sooner, and there would've been no issue. Now, off you go, or would you prefer I have someone escort you?"

Phineas, Sabrina, and Yara hurriedly left, none daring to accept Stuart's offer of an escort.

They didn't even notice Reuben, who had passed out on the floor.

Once they had left, the Hetfield’s Homestead was quiet once more.

Stuart had someone take Reuben away; after all, it wouldn't do to have a death on their hands.

After the mess was cleaned up, there was only the faint smell of blood that lingered.

Stuart washed his hands, and after a quick thought, decided to shower downstairs, making sure there was no trace of blood on him, before changing his clothes and going up to see Morwenna.

Morwenna was sitting quietly in her room when Stuart entered. Her gaze was clear and direct as she looked at him.

Stuart paused under her scrutiny, deciding to get straight to the point, "About that incident at the fish stall, it was a misunderstanding. I thought that vendor had been taking advantage of you, meant to give him a quick lesson, never intended to hurt anyone."

After what had happened earlier, Stuart figured Morwenna could handle the truth.

He thought so, at least.