How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

In the past couple of days, Norbert Hetfield had coughed up blood three times and suffered a cardiac arrest once, leaving him in a critical state. The periods of resuscitation grew longer while his moments of consciousness became increasingly rare.

Morwenna seemed to have exhausted all her tears during one particularly heart-wrenching sobbing fit. Now, she no longer cried or made a fuss; she simply sat by Norbert's side, quietly keeping vigil as his life force dwindled away, taking a part of her spirit with it. She was engulfed in despair.

"Wenna, share a meal with me," Norbert weakly requested during one of his rare lucid moments. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Of course, Norbert, whatever you want, I'll eat with you," she replied.

Eating was an ordeal for Norbert; swallowing was difficult, and he had little appetite. Yet, he insisted on eating because he knew that if he didn't, Morwenna wouldn't eat either. Every time he awoke and saw Morwenna beside him, he felt he couldn't leave her just yet. He feared for what might happen to her if he passed away now.

Stuart was nowhere to be found, presumably out searching for that renowned doctor he had mentioned years ago. But Norbert doubted Stuart would find him in time. All he wished for was to hold on until Stuart returned.

Forcing down a few spoonfuls of porridge, Norbert murmured in a fading voice, "Wenna, don't be afraid. Stuart will be here... You won't be alone..."

At the mention of Stuart, Morwenna's head snapped up. How could she have forgotten about Stuart?

In the chaos and fear of losing Norbert, she had been unable to think of anything else. But hearing Stuart's name sparked a glimmer of hope in her despairing heart. She couldn't save Norbert, but

maybe Stuart, with all his capabilities, could.

She urgently needed to call Stuart. However, Phineas had confiscated her phone to prevent them from spreading any news.

Lorna had been engrossed in video games for two days, trying to escape her worries, but she felt helpless without being able to reach out for help. Usually, she played games daily, but now she was playing to the point of exhaustion.

Morwenna approached a guard, whispering urgently, "I need my phone back from Phineas. I have to make a call!"

The guard remained unresponsive, bound by strict orders not to interact with anyone in the room.

Realizing the guards wouldn't help her, Morwenna returned to Norbert's side, silently sitting until he fell asleep.

Then, driven by desperation, she dashed towards the door. Just as a guard moved to stop her, she acted swiftly, grabbing him and delivering a sharp kick to his abdomen. Before he could utter a sound, she clamped a hand over his mouth.

"Keep it quiet, or you'll wake Norbert, and I swear, I'll make you regret it!" she hissed, her voice filled with fierce determination.

The guard, startled, remained silent.

"I need to see Phineas," Morwenna demanded, her voice low but commanding.

The guards hesitated, unsure of their next move.

"Just let Phineas know I want to see him. Do you know why there are so many of you guarding us?" Morwenna continued, her tone brooking no argument. "If I don't get to speak to someone soon, I'll make sure you find out why."