How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Phineas saw Morwenna's eyes flutter open and gently coaxed, "Look, the only person who's truly been there for you is Norbert. Why concern yourself with anyone else? What are you pondering over?"

"I agree."

Despair mingled with a trace of hatred in Morwenna's gaze.

It was Stuart who had deceived her, betrayed her, and even orchestrated the car accident that had seemed like a life-saving event.

Why shouldn't she seek revenge?

Just because she was poor and alone, did that give them the right to deceive and hurt her?

Phineas had a point; she didn't need to care about anyone else now, just Norbert Hetfield.

Seeing the change in Morwenna's expression, Phineas laughed inwardly. Breaking someone's spirit to achieve his own aims was indeed satisfying. This time, however, he was wise enough to keep his distance from Morwenna, fearing she might suddenly change her mind and lash out.

With a smile, Phineas suggested, "Let's go then. Norbert's condition is unstable; who knows what might happen if we delay? Better to avoid any more troubles."

"Okay."

Just as Morwenna released Norbert Hetfield's shirt, she suddenly felt him grasp her hand. His frail hand trembled slightly, as if summoning all his remaining strength.

It was barely any strength at all, easily breakable with a little force.

But this faint grip was all the old man had left, his way of offering Morwenna support.

Norbert was gravely ill, not dead.

He had heard everything that happened in the room.

His eyes, clouded and dim, couldn't open; his body was stiff and immovable.

He had truly believed Stuart and Wenna would end up together, never anticipating the truth to be so harsh.

It was his decision that had led to Wenna's suffering, harming this child who saw him as a grandfather. Norbert longed to speak.

No, it shouldn't be like this. Wenna, remember what I told you? If things weren't going well, I'd support you leaving Stuart. I just wanted you to have a happier life, a better one.

Don't let resentment cloud your judgment. You were always meant to be such a bright, pure soul!

All the words he wanted to say were trapped inside him, his dying body unable to move, every breath a monumental effort, unable to make a sound.

All Norbert could do was gently hold Wenna's hand, offering his last bit of support.

Just a squeeze, then his hand fell limp.

Morwenna's heart trembled slightly, the hate fueled by resentment calming a bit due to that warm, aged touch.

Then, she saw the tear that escaped from the corner of Norbert Hetfield's eye, a tear that seemed to flow into her, over her battered heart.

She suddenly remembered Melvin.

Melvin used to say, "Don't neglect

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Melvin used to say, "Child, walk forward without worry. I'm right

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I'll be watching over you from heavens."

Melvin used to say, "Morwenna, be a girl who strives forward, who shines bright and cheerful!"

It was as if Morwenna had awakened with newfound clarity.

She shouldn't act on hatred.

Melvin had taught her how to live.

Norbert Hetfield had given her the warmth of family.

Everyone has people in their heart, like lanterns illuminating their life, and even after they're gone, those lights stay on.

The light was too bright, preventing Morwenna from succumbing to darkness.

Gently, Morwenna squeezed Norbert Hetfield's hand back, pinching softly in the palm of his hand.