How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband



Phineas was practically bouncing on his toes. "Let's go," he urged.

Morwenna rose, trailing after Phineas as they left the house.

Keeping a respectful distance, Phineas mentioned, "I've arranged for some bodyguards to accompany you to fetch the items."

"No need. Windcharm Villas isn't just any place; it's well-guarded. If you bring bodyguards and something goes wrong, I won't be held responsible."

Phineas frowned, realizing she had a point. Windcharm Villas was even more secure than Hetfield's Homestead, often referred to as a little fortress. If it wasn't so well-protected, he would've retrieved the items himself and wouldn't need Morwenna's help.

After a moment's consideration, Phineas nodded. "Alright then, you go by yourself. I'll arrange transportation for you, and I'll look after Norbert back at the mansion."

Unfazed by Phineas's veiled threat, Morwenna's expression remained unchanged.

It had been days since Morwenna had been downstairs. As she descended, she noticed Lorna's absence and halted. "Phineas, let Lorna go. Keeping her here serves no purpose."

"Don't worry about it. In a few days, I'll ensure she's released unharmed."

"Why bother? I bet Stuart isn't at Rosefrost Hollow right now. Even if Lorna talks, what could she possibly say? You've got the Hetfield family under your control, and I'll follow your plans. Keeping Lorna here only risks upsetting the Lamont family, potentially turning them against the Hetfields." Phineas hesitated but saw some logic in Morwenna's arguments.

At that moment, Yara, sipping her prenatal tea, joined them. Hearing Morwenna's plea for Lorna's release, she immediately objected. "Let her go? Releasing her now could only cause more trouble. If anyone should be released, it should wait until after the old man's passed."Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Morwenna couldn't understand how a daughter could speak so casually about her father's death.

Seeing Phineas's hesitation disappear, he gestured for Morwenna to proceed. "We'll handle these matters later. You should focus on retrieving what you came for."

Morwenna shot Yara a chilly glance,

her tone icy Looks like you're due soon, dear, They say childbirth is akin to crossing the threshold of death Perhaps you should start accumulating some good karma for your child."

"You..."

"Oh, my apologies. I forgot you've already had four children. This is your fifth more prolific than that

stray dog back in our village. Yo

must be quite accustomed to

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childbirth by now, no risks involved."

Yara was dumbfounded, not used to Morwenna being so outspoken.

"Morwenna, how dare you speak to me like that!"

As Yara raised her hand to strike, Morwenna didn't even flinch.

But Phineas intercepted, grabbing Yara's wrist and frowning. "Stop this nonsense. Focus on your pregnancy and don't interfere with important matters."

Morwenna, feeling betrayed and threatened, had reached her limit Now, she responded with sharp barbs, unwilling to back down. This was not the time to provoke her.

With a mocking laugh, Morwenna added, "Indeed, at your age, a pregnancy should be handled with care. Wouldn't want anything to go wrong..."

Fuming, Yara couldn't believe Morwenna had insulted her fertility and age so blatantly.