How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Chapter 112

Morwenna clenched her fists slightly.

Adelaide had an accident the night before, and Stuart had only just returned after being out all night.

Norbert had just narrowly escaped death. Couldn't Stuart at least stay one night by his side?

She looked at Stuart with such intensity that it seemed she would be disappointed if he refused.

Eventually, Stuart, who wasn't entirely heartless, responded indifferently, "Fine."

Norbert tried to ease the tension, telling Morwenna. "Wenna, head home and rest. Stuart being here tonight will be enough."

Morwenna nodded. "I'll stay a bit longer before I leave."

Norbert didn’t object.

With Stuart's arrival, the rest of the Hetfield family quieted down, no one daring to disturb further.

Stuart sat in the hospital room, still as a statue.

Morwenna didn’t speak to Stuart, busying herself around the room.

She fetched water to help Norbert wash his hands. Then she brought water to help Norbert take his medicine.

It wasn't until nine o'clock that Morwenna finally left.

Once Morwenna was gone, the room fell silent.

Norbert sensed the rift between Stuart and Morwenna.

Just yesterday, they had left the house together, not even bothering to appease Adelaide.

Today, they weren’t speaking or even looking at each other.

After Morwenna left, Norbert asked Stuart, “What’s going on between you and Wenna?”

“Nothing.”

“You think I’m blind? There must be something.”

“Adelaide attempted suicide last night. I had to deal with it.”

“You went and didn’t return all night, and now, you just return?”

“I sent her abroad, under supervision, not allowed to return for three years.”

Norbert was stunned by the decisiveness, a typical move from Stuart, known for his no-nonsense approach.

Only forcing Morwenna on him was an unexpected move.

After a moment, Norbert asked, “What are your thoughts about Wenna? I admit I rushed you into marriage, and I’ve promised Wenna that I agree to a divorce if you truly cannot make it work.”

Stuart looked down at Norbert, his tone casual yet firm. “You agree? It doesn’t matter whether you agree. You don’t need to meddle in these. I will handle them myself.”

“You don’t want a divorce?” asked Norbert.

“I’ll move back to the Hetfield's Homestead.”

Norbert raised an eyebrow, surprised his grandson didn’t want a divorce.

Had they developed feelings for each other in such a short time?

Norbert wanted to continue, but Stuart cut him off. “You asked me to stay, saying you wanted to talk to me. If it’s just about this, it’s unnecessary to talk.”

“It’s about the company...”

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Meanwhile, Morwenna hadn’t gone home to rest but headed to the Healing Streams Medical Center.

She was taking a night shift as a caregiver, from ten PM to five in the morning.

Her shift didn’t conflict with her regular working hours.

The patient was a young girl who had fractured her left leg in a car accident.

When Morwenna arrived, the daytime caregiver briefed her on what to watch out for, hardly waiting to see if Morwenna was ready before leaving.

Left alone, Morwenna was somewhat anxious about what to do next.

She looked at the girl on the bed, about her age.

Feeling uncomfortable under Morwenna's gaze, the girl said gently, “Um, I, I’d like some water.”

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Morwenna poured a glass of water and handed it over, introducing herself, “I’m Morwenna, but you can just call me Wenna.”

“I... I’m Keira.”