How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Chapter 408

The two doctors rushed over immediately, pushing Morwenna aside as they began their intense resuscitation efforts. Nurses were already prepared with plasma and emergency medications. Morwenna stood there, frozen, like a statue, watching the motionless body of Norbert Hetfield.

Years ago, when Norbert had his sudden crisis and was taken to the hospital, Morwenna had waited outside the operating room, unable to witness what was happening inside. But now, she was seeing everything with her own eyes. She watched as injections were administered into Norbert Hetfield's pale veins and listened to the chaotic beeping of the machines. The doctors even began performing CPR.

Suddenly snapping back to reality, Morwenna ran forward, breaking down into tears: "Norbert Hetfield… Grandpa, it's me, Morwenna, it's Wenna. Please don't leave me alone; I'm scared to be by myself. I promise I'll do anything, I won't go to school, I won't work, I won't go anywhere, I'll just stay with you. Just don't leave me..."

Tears poured down her face in torrents. She dared not get too close, fearing she might interfere with the resuscitation, yet she couldn’t bear to be too far away, losing sight of Norbert Hetfield. Morwenna’s cries were usually restrained, quiet. But now, in front of Norbert, she unleashed all her sorrow. The first time was when Norbert agreed to her divorce from Stuart if it meant her happiness. And now, she felt the looming loss of the most important person in her life once again.

But why? Why did it have to be so hard? No matter how much she struggled, how hard she tried, it felt like fate was cruelly taking away everyone important to her, one by one. She had always been good, heeding Melvin’s advice to be a kind and diligent person. Why couldn’t the heavens see her goodness? She was ready to give up everything, just to have Norbert Hetfield well again…

Morwenna’s cries, mingled with the relentless beeping of the machines, sounded like a mournful elegy. After what seemed like an eternity, a faint voice broke through the noise. "Wenna, don't cry,

Grandpa's here."

Morwenna’s sobs halted as she stumbled to the bedside, her eyes wide with tears. She dared not touch Norbert Hetfield, fearing even the slightest touch might cause him pain. Norbert looked on with a mixture of heartache and sorrow at seeing his granddaughter nearly shattered. He had kept his condition a secret, not wanting to worry her. Yet, in his final days, she was witnessing his struggle. He heard Wenna's cries. If only he could hold on a few more days, at least until Stuart returned... Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Norbert pulled through this bout of resuscitation, even asking for some porridge in the afternoon. After falling ill, he could hardly eat, surviving on nutrient solutions. Yet now, he asked for porridge. Phineas couldn’t help but visit, thinking perhaps there was a chance for recovery. The doctor shook his head, indicating there was no hope. Phineas left, reassured. He needed Norbert to live just a few more days, enough time for him to seize control of the Hetfield family while Stuart was away. But not too long, for that could complicate things.

Morwenna refused to leave Norbert Hetfield’s side. Her mind seemed to shut down; she was incapable of thought or action. It was as if her soul had left her body, her spirit guarding over Norbert Hetfield. To outsiders, the usually strong Morwenna was quietly breaking apart. She witnessed Norbert Hetfield being revived time and again. She even harbored thoughts of wanting to follow him if he were to go.