How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Knowing full well that Phineas had ulterior motives, how could she possibly fetch documents for him? Regarding Norbert Hetfield, Stuart might have indeed been involved in something, but Morwenna refused to believe that Stuart intended to harm Norbert Hetfield. The calls that wouldn’t connect only served to extinguish any hope Morwenna had left for Stuart.

After composing herself, she returned to Norbert's room. Quietly, Morwenna sat by the bed. She watched the mist on the oxygen mask and listened to the rhythmic ticking of the ventilator. Just sitting there in silence, Morwenna questioned what the point of living was. She didn’t understand why she was trying so hard. Even after a lifetime of effort, she’d end up alone, regardless of how many people she helped or how hard she studied. Everything she cared about would be lost, living like a ghost wandering the earth. What was the point? Perhaps she should have left with her mom when she was just five. Life was too hard, too tiring...

Norbert's impending death felt like the final straw breaking the camel's back. The pillars of her spirit crumbled. The more resilient and enduring she had been, the deeper her despair became now. Morwenna held Norbert's frail, withered hand, leaning over the bed and closing her eyes. "Oh Lord, give my years to Norbert Hetfield," she whispered. "Otherwise... take me with you..."

Morwenna was jolted awake by the ventilator's alarm. She was still holding Norbert Hetfield's hand, watching him as his breathing became so faint it seemed it might stop at any moment. The doctor, on call 24/7, rushed in immediately, ready to perform lifesaving measures.

Morwenna suddenly stood up, her voice hoarse as she stopped the doctor, "No more, let's not save him!" Resuscitation wasn’t just a simple word. It was pain, it was torture. In these two days of attempts to save him, Norbert Hetfield's hands were covered in bruises, his aged skin barely offering places for injections anymore. The last CPR had broken a rib due to the difficulty in breathing, and his trachea had been temporarily opened. Morwenna couldn’t bear to think how much it hurt. She didn’t fear pain for herself, but she feared Norbert Hetfield's pain. She didn’t knowCopyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

how much suffering a person needed to endure to call it a life, but she didn’t want Norbert Hetfield’s last moments to be filled with nothing but pain. And so, Morwenna gave up, no longer wanting to fight for salvation. She wanted to send off the person she loved most in this world.

The doctor was frantic, "What are you doing? Move aside! Every second we delay is a second lost for the patient!" But Morwenna wouldn’t budge. The room's security guards hesitated, then rushed to pull Morwenna away. Morwenna fought back with all her might. The guards were unaware of the intricacies of Morwenna and Phineas's relationship, hesitant to use force since Morwenna had given Phineas a beating that left him bloodied, and Phineas hadn’t made much of it.

One of the guards opened the door, shouting, "We've got trouble here!" Phineas was the first to arrive upon hearing the commotion. His head was bandaged, and after a brief explanation from the guards, he barked, "Hold her down!" Two guards couldn’t manage, and soon five or six were struggling to restrain her. With Phineas's command, the guards no longer held back, getting rougher. Morwenna was strong, but these past few days, without proper food or sleep, and her spirit on the verge of collapse, she hardly had the energy to resist. She was struck on the legs with a baton, falling to the ground. Two guards pinned Morwenna down while another stepped on her back.