How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

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At that moment, Yara, with her prominent baby bump, strutted in. Witnessing the deep bond between grandfather and granddaughter, Yara scoffed disdainfully.

With a mocking tone, Yara remarked, "Dad, how can you still be so naive at your age? Do you really believe someone isn't after your money? Look at Morwenna, coming back just in time, thinking she can get a piece of the pie. Dream on! Honestly, Dad, just let go. Money comes and goes; you can't take it with you when you die. What's the point in hoarding it? When push comes to shove, it's us who will inherit everything."

Norbert remained unfazed, his breathing steady as if he had grown accustomed to such expectations from his children, having lost hope in them long ago.

Yara then made her way to the small study in Norbert's room, searching for the safe. She tried various combinations in vain, her frustration mounting. Storming out of the study, she vented, "Always hiding things. It's like you're planning to take it all to the grave. I just don't get it.”

Morwenna snapped back in a hushed roar, "Shut up!"

Yara, taken aback, turned to Norbert and said, "Look at that, Dad. An outsider yelling at a member of the Hetfield family, acting as if she's one of us. And that's just what you see. Who knows what she's been up to since you fell ill? Going about her life as if nothing happened, leaving me and Phineas to care for you. We even hired the best doctor from Rosefrost Hollow."

Indeed, Yara and Phineas had secured a renowned doctor, though they knew well that no physician could change the inevitable. Their facade of filial piety was merely for show, hoping Norbert would willingly hand over his shares. That way, Stuart, the eldest grandson, could be left out of the inheritance.

Morwenna, keen not to upset

Norbert, glanced coldly at Yara, her eyes filled with a lethal intent reminiscent of facing a predator in the wild. Feeling the intensity of

Morwenna's gaze, Yara bar

away, mindful of her unborn child. She knew all too well Morwenna's capacity for violence.

Disgusted, Yara turned to leave, muttering, “Such bad luck!" It was unclear whether she meant Norbert or Morwenna.

After Yara's departure, the room was

still crowded Morwenna, two bodyguards, two doctors, and two nurses remained. Morwenna couldn't help but scoff internally. With Norbert in such a frail state, barely stronger than a child, was such heavy security necessary?

Then, four more bodyguards entered the room, increasing Morwenna's frustration.

Yara taunted from the doorway,

"Everyone knows you can fight, Morwenna, You rescued Stuart from kidnappers, after all. If you're staying with Dad, we obviously need extra eyes on you. What if you hurt him?"

Such shameless excuses. Morwenna was well aware of the Hetfield family's true colors and chose to remain silent.

But suddenly, Norbert's breathing machine started beeping urgently, pulling everyone's attention.