How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Chapter 188

Back when Stuart had been in their grasp, he didn't mind how long Norbert wanted to wait; Stuart wasn't returning anyway.

But now, Stuart had escaped. It meant that there was a chance he could return to the Hetfield family at any moment.

Given Norbert’s favoritism, the hard-won opportunity he had been counting on would evaporate.

That just couldn't happen!

He had embezzled a significant amount of money, a gap he could never hope to fill unless he took control of the Hetfield family. Only then could he sort everything out.

The Hetfield Group was constantly making major moves, leaving everyone on edge.

Norbert remained as unshakable as a mountain, no matter how much his sons and grandsons pressured him.

Orson, the bodyguard, protected Norbert round the clock, ensuring no harm came to him no matter what the rest of the Hetfield family thought.

Morwenna, isolated from the outside world, was still under Stuart’s care, recovering from her injuries. Her right arm, which had been dislocated, was healing well, and she could move her hand again. The problem now was with her left hand, which was more severely injured.

Morwenna figured she'd have to quit her job at the fish market, not just take a leave of absence. With her hand in such a state, she certainly couldn't continue gutting fish.

The thought of losing her job filled Morwenna with sadness.

A week later.

"Girl, time to pack up and leave the hospital," said a familiar voice.

"Ah, sir, are we heading home?" Morwenna replied with a mixture of excitement and relief.

"Yeah, but remember not to strain your left hand. The bones will need more time to heal properly."

Back home in Rosefrost Hollow, Morwenna headed straight for the Windcharm Villas market. Stuart was busy with his own matters and merely had someone accompany her without any objections.

She knew she couldn’t continue her job at the market and had to speak to Mr. and Mrs. White in person.

Upon her arrival, the expressions on Mr. and Mrs. White’s faces were off. Morwenna hurried over and asked, "Mr. White, what’s going on? Did something happen?"

Mr. White, usually easygoing, just glanced at her and remained silent. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Feeling uneasy, Morwenna turned to Mrs. White and asked, "Mrs. White, what’s wrong?"

With a sigh that seemed to carry a weight of unsaid things, Mrs. White said, "Morwenna, last time… the person who ordered the trashing of our stall was the man you’ve been seeing—Stuart."

Morwenna’s eyes widened in disbelief. "How could that be? You must be mistaken. Stuart’s a good guy. Remember, it was Stuart who helped us get to the ambulance then."

Unable to contain his anger, Mr. White burst out, "Good guy? I saw it with my own eyes. The man who came to request leave for you was one of those who vandalized our stall. Morwenna, honestly, has my wife ever treated you badly? She’s given you fish numerous times, always saying it was

leftovers. What leftovers? She was just finding excuses to give them to you. Just because she might not always speak sweetly, that doesn’t mean it was right for your friend to smash our place."

Completely stunned, Morwenna struggled to process the information.

Mrs. White frowned and spoke softly, perhaps to calm her husband, "Honey, keep your voice down. What are you yelling for? Morwenna didn’t know anything."

But Mr. White was furious. "You nearly died because of their actions! We're just simple folks; these powerful people could ruin us with a flick of their wrist.” Then he said to Morwenna, “Morwenna, it’s best you leave. I’ll settle your remaining wages now. Our little place can’t withstand this kind of turmoil."

Morwenna wanted to explain, to defend herself, but words failed her.

How could Stuart do that?

Lost in her thoughts, Morwenna was abruptly brought back to reality when Mr. White shoved her remaining wages into her hands and began ushering her away.