How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 442

The family doctor shuddered slightly, his voice falling silent. He walked quietly to the bedside and began preparing a medication to inject into Norbert. His face was etched with apology, pain, and helplessness. Who, living in this world, hasn't known suffering?

The medication continued to be administered. Norbert never regained consciousness, yet his breathing remained faintly present.

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In her slumber, Morwenna found herself in a dream with Norbert Hetfield and Melvin. The two men were sitting together, playing chess, while she sat nearby, peeling an orange and watching them play.

"Norbert Hetfield, will you leave after this game?" she asked.

"Yes," Norbert replied gently, "Once this game is over, I must go. You should head home, my dear."

"Then take your time," Morwenna pleaded, her voice tinged with a child's insistence.

Both Norbert and Melvin fell silent, concentrating on their game. Black and white pieces clattered softly onto the board, and Morwenna grew anxious. She wished they could play slower, fearing something ominous lay at the game's end.

Finally, the last piece was placed. Melvin and Norbert tidied the chess set with serene smiles, gazing at Morwenna. She continued to eat her orange, but suddenly, it tasted too sour, bringing tears to her eyes.

Melvin waved to her with a gentle smile. "Goodbye, Wenna," Norbert said with a warm, paternal tone.

As Morwenna felt a desperate urge to follow, someone grasped her hand tightly.

"Let me go!" she exclaimed.

"Morwenna! Are you trying to escape? I won't allow it; you can't leave my side!" a harsh voice spat.