How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

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Without Morwenna's intervention, the doctors had already begun their desperate attempts at resuscitation. Despite his broken ribs, they persisted with CPR. Morwenna was pinned to the ground, her eyes wide with fury and despair. Her eyes were red and swollen as if she might cry tears of blood. She struggled and cried out, "Grandpa Norbert, can we just let go? Please, I'll let you go, I won't beg you to stay anymore..."

The medical team hesitated, their movements faltering. To them, a patient in such a grave condition hardly warranted such aggressive resuscitation. Why subject someone so close to death to such immense pain? However, as the doctors paused, Phineas barked with venom, "Keep going, shock him! Do whatever it takes, we have to bring him back!"

Morwenna watched as the defibrillator jolted Norbert's frail body repeatedly. He shook with each shock, like a dry leaf caught in the wind. "No..." Morwenna screamed, her voice filled with agony. Her fingers were raw from clawing at the ground, desperately trying to crawl forward. Yet, the security guards held her firmly in place, her struggles futile.

Pain seemed irrelevant to Morwenna as she continued her desperate attempt to reach Norbert. Phineas, his voice dripping with malice, taunted her, “I thought you didn't care? Weren't you the brave one? Don't worry, no matter how painful this is, I'll make sure Norbert survives!"

“Phineas! There's such a thing as divine justice. Aren't you afraid of retribution?" Morwenna's voice was a piercing cry of despair.

"Ha, retribution? If such a thing

existed, I wouldn't be the first in line in the Hetfield family!" Phineas sneered, touching the wound on his head. He walked over and cruelly. ground his shoe into Morwenna's hand, "I told you, you just ha@to do one small thing for me. Why are the young so disobedient? Always choosing the hard way!"

Meanwhile, downstairs, Lorna was pacing in the living room, bored from gaming. Suddenly, she heard noises. from upstairs. It sounded like Morwenna was shouting, a kind rage and despair she had never

heard before. Concerned, L

instinctively took a few steps toward the stairs, then hesitated. This was Hetfield family business, and as an outsider, it might not be her place to interfere. But the next moment, Lorna muttered under her breath, "To hell with propriety!"

With that, she charged upstairs. If Lorna couldn't stand by her friends without weighing the pros and cons, then she wasn't Lorna. The

commotion meant Norbert's room door was left open. Bursting in,

Lorna saw Morwenna. She saw

people stepping on her, saw Morwenna's desperate, frenzied struggles. A surge of anger overtook Lorna; she rushed forward, kicking Phineas away and flipping a

bodyguard over her shoulder.

Seizing the moment, she scooped

Morwenna into her arms, holding her

close, and faced the others with

defiance.

Norbert was eventually revived once more. The doctors breathed a sigh of relief as the alarm on the ventilator ceased. Morwenna, however, seemed to collapse mentally, murmuring non-stop, "Let's not save him, Grandpa Norbert isn't in pain, let's not..."

Phineas, barely supported by his bodyguards, got to his feet, pushed them away, and pointed at Lorna, "Lorna, huh? This is Hetfield family business. Are you sure you want to get involved? Do you really want to drag the Lamont family into the Hetfield family's mess?"

Lorna's brows furrowed in anger: “I'm only representing myself. I can't stand seeing so many of you bully one girl! If you're so tough, go pick on Stuart. What does Morwenna know, this poor girl, to deserve such treatment from all of you? Keep this up, and when Stuart comes back, you'll all regret it!"