How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 128

Morwenna once made Norbert a slingshot, and whenever she had some free time, she'd take him out to play with it to help him digest after a hearty meal.

Norbert seemed to have passed all his childhood delights to Morwenna. The young and the old were in the backyard, aiming at autumn leaves.

Orson watched by the side, a hint of envy in his eyes. He wished he had a slingshot, too.

They played for a while.

Quite a few leaves had fallen.

With a radiant smile, Morwenna said, “Norbert, how about that? Do you feel more limber after moving around a bit? We can't just sit around all day. No matter how busy we are, we need some activity. I also learned a new neck and shoulder massage technique. Want to have a try?”

“Of course, I want to try,” Norbert replied.

Morwenna began massaging Norbert’s shoulders.

The other Hetfields saw it and scoffed internally, though they didn’t say anything outwardly.

Such an effort to please Norbert must be her way of getting a piece of the Hetfield pie.

Yara was irked and pinched her daughter in frustration. “See that? Learn something. I’ve been raising you all for nothing. You can't even curry favor properly. That’s your grandpa. And you’re outshone by an outsider.”

Her daughters, grudging yet quiet, knew their attempts to cozy up never hit the spot, just like Yara's.

How could a granddaughter ever surpass a daughter?

Yara was oblivious to her daughters’ thoughts.

Seeing Morwenna and Norbert enjoying each other’s company, Yara pinched her daughters again, much harder this time.

Morwenna was well aware of the family's cold shoulder towards her, but she didn't sweat it.

She was indifferent to their stares and whispers.

As long as Norbert was kind to her, she wanted to return that kindness.

Morwenna temporarily ignored Stuart, who had already gone upstairs.

That man was either asleep or about to sleep.