How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 352

From a young age, Morwenna always envied other kids who had parents constantly fussing over them. She couldn't understand how anyone could find that annoying.

Throughout the conversation, Stuart remained quiet, listening attentively without interrupting. What had started as a pleasant mood gradually turned somber. Unlike Morwenna, Stuart wasn't as naive. He was well aware of Grandpa Norbert's failing health. Norbert's sudden chattiness felt like he was settling his affairs.

Realizing he might have said too much, Norbert paused, "Alright, doesn't Wenna have school? It's getting late; Stuart, could you drive her back?"

Glancing at the time, Morwenna hurriedly replied, "Okay, I should head back to school then. I'll come visit you during the holidays, Grandpa."

As Morwenna and Stuart walked away, Norbert called out, "Wenna."

Turning back, Morwenna asked patiently, "Yes, Grandpa?"

"Just... take care at school."

"I will, Norbert Hetfield. Goodbye for now."

"Good...bye."

Watching Morwenna leave, Norbert coughed a few times and quickly wiped away the blood from his mouth with a handkerchief. Goodbye, indeed. Perhaps, forever. It felt like Morwenna's departure took away the last of Norbert's vitality. Norbert, who had been fine moments ago, struggled to stand. Keegan rushed to help him up.

Now, not knowing whom to turn to, pale-faced, Ryan ran outside. He didn't know what to do. His parents had told him that Grandpa was dying, to stay by his side to show filial piety, in hopes of inheriting some shares. But he didn't want Grandpa to die, nor did he care for any shares.

Ryan crouched by the vegetable patch in the yard, under the dim light, watching ants at work.

"Little master? What are you doing out here so late? Don't tell me you're planning to sneak off with my slingshot again. Don't even think about it; I had a hard time convincing Grandpa and Mrs. Hetfield to let me keep it."

Ryan, taken aback by the sudden interruption, turned to see Orson, his face a picture of innocent earnestness.