At that moment, Yara, with her prominent baby bump, strutted in. Witnessing the deep bond between grandfather and granddaughter, Yara scoffed disdainfully.
With a mocking tone, Yara remarked, âDad, how can you still be so naive at your age? Do you really believe someone isnât after your money? Look at Morwenna, coming back just in time, thinking she can get a piece of the pie. Dream on! Honestly, Dad, just let go. Money comes and goes; you canât take it with you when you die. Whatâs the point in hoarding it? When push comes to shove, itâs us who will inherit everything.â
Norbert remained unfazed, his breathing steady as if he had grown accustomed to such expectations from his children, having lost hope in them long ago.
Yara then made her way to the small study in Norbertâs room, searching for the safe. She tried various combinations in vain, her frustration mounting.
Storming out of the study, she vented, âAlways hiding things. Itâs like youâre planning to take it all to the grave. I just donât get it.â
Morwenna snapped back in a hushed roar, âShut up!â
Yara, taken aback, turned to Norbert and said, âLook at that, Dad. An outsider yelling at a member of the Hetfield family, acting as if sheâs one of us.
And thatâs just what you see. Who knows what sheâs been up to since you fell ill? Going about her life as if nothing happened, leaving me and Phineas to care for you. We even hired the best doctor from Rosefrost Hollow.â
Indeed, Yara and Phineas had secured a renowned doctor, though they knew well that no physician could change the inevitable. Their facade of filial piety was merely for show, hoping Norbert would willingly hand over his shares. That way, Stuart, the eldest grandson, could be left out of the inheritance.
Morwenna, keen not to upset Norbert, glanced coldly at Yara, her eyes filled with a lethal intent reminiscent of facing a predator in the wild. Feeling the intensity of Morwennaâs gaze, Yara backed away, mindful of her unborn child. She knew all too well Morwennaâs capacity for violence.
Disgusted, Yara turned to leave, muttering, âSuch bad luck!â It was unclear whether she meant Norbert or Morwenna.
After Yaraâs departure, the room was still crowded - Morwenna, two bodyguards, two doctors, and two nurses remained. Morwenna couldnât help but scoff internally. With Norbert in such a frail state, barely stronger than a child, was such heavy security necessary?
Then, four more bodyguards entered the room, increasing Morwennaâs frustration.
Yara taunted from the doorway, âEveryone knows you can fight, Morwenna. You rescued Stuart from kidnappers, after all. If youâre staying with Dad, we obviously need extra eyes on you. What if you hurt him?â
Such shameless excuses. Morwenna was well aware of the Hetfield familyâs true colors and chose to remain silent.
How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband ï¤Chapter 406 My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace ï¤Chapter 492 But suddenly, Norbertâs breathing machine started beeping urgently, pulling everyoneâs attention.