How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

After Sabrina made her comment, Morwenna remained silent. However, Yara, who was always quick to stir trouble, couldn’t help but make a snide remark.

“Oh, Sabrina’s so lucky, having had two boys. But even two don't quite stack up to Stuart,” she mocked.

Far more astute and less inclined to such pettiness, Sabrina responded smoothly, “It’s not a problem. They are part of the Hetfield family, and being part of such a grand family, having a share is quite enough.”

Her words were cleverly veiled. On the surface, they seemed calm, but they subtly pointed out that her sons were true Hetfields by blood, whereas Yara, having married into another family, could bear as many children as she wanted, but they wouldn’t carry the Hetfield name.

Yara was quick to anger. “What are you implying, Sabrina? Even if I married out, I remain the darling of the Hetfield family. I have my place here whenever I want.”

Sabrina maintained her composure. “Yara, don’t get me wrong. You’re pregnant and should focus on taking care of yourself.”

But it only enraged Yara further. With four daughters and another child on the way, she felt reduced to a mere childbearing machine.

Slamming her cutlery down, she turned to Phineas. “Phineas, did you hear that? She’s been targeting me since she married you. You’re my brother, and she’s an outsider. How can you let her treat me like this?”

Troubled by the escalating argument, Phineas frowned. “This isn’t the way to behave in front of the children. Sabrina, you might be more accommodating toward Yara.”

A flicker of irritation crossed Sabrina's eyes. She was always the one putting up with stuff and stepping down, and she was sick of it.

Standing up abruptly, she declared, “Fine, keep your close sibling bond. I’m just an outsider, right? I’ll leave!”

Morwenna was confused by the sudden outburst of conflict.

She had no emotional ties to the rest of the Hetfield family and listened dispassionately until she suddenly cried out, “Norbert!”

Clutching his chest, Norbert collapsed backward.

Horrified, Morwenna scrambled up, knocking her chair over. “Quick, call a doctor!”

Phineas rushed to his father’s side.

Meanwhile, the quarrel between the two women raged on.

“It’s all your fault, Sabrina! If you cause any harm to Dad, I’ll make Phineas divorce you!” Yara shouted, furious.

Sabrina finally snapped. “Oh, it’s always my fault, right? Just because you’re unwanted by your in- laws, you think you can come here and rule over the Hetfield family as if you’re still the untouchable Miss Hetfield?”

“How dare you speak to me like that!” Yara screamed, her face red with anger.

The room was in chaos.

The family doctor arrived quickly, his face filled with concern. He treated Norbert in no time and announced, “Mr. Norbert’s heart is acting up. He’s stable for now but not out of danger. We need to

get him to a hospital immediately.”

As Morwenna watched Norbert’s pale face and lips, a cold fear gripped her heart. She thought of Melvin and felt a deep dread about Norbert’s condition.

The argument continued unabated around her.

Driven to her limit, Morwenna shouted, “Enough! Be quiet!”

The room fell silent.

No one expected such boldness from Morwenna, a recent addition to the family with no significant standing.

Sabrina fell silent, lost in thought.

Feeling humiliated, Yara lowered her voice. “Who do you think you are talking to? We are your elders.”

Without turning, Morwenna's voice carried a chilling edge. “If anything happens to Norbert, I may not do much to you, but I’m sure Stuart won’t let it go.” RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Yara fell silent. She wasn’t afraid of Morwenna, but the thought of Stuart, unpredictable and volatile, made her pause.

As the family doctor hurriedly prepared Norbert for transport to the hospital, the Hetfield family faced a moment of uncertain silence, the echoes of the conflict hanging heavily in the air.