How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

“Reuben swapped Norbert's lifesaving meds with mere vitamin pills. His frail health took a turn for the worse just last week, it's a miracle he's still kicking. The way things were going, he didn't have many months left anyway. Phineas, you and your family must be itching for Hetfield's Homestead to kick the bucket, huh? Once he's gone, those shares he's clutching fall right into your lap, and just like that, you two can call the shots in the Hetfield family."

The moment Stuart dropped this bomb, a shockwave hit everyone present.

Their squabbles and schemes were no secret, but plotting a man's demise was a whole other level of low.

Even kidnapping Stuart hadn't been aimed at taking a life.

And to think someone would dare lay a finger on Norbert...

Phineas and his wife couldn't even bring themselves to glance at Reuben, fearing his panic-stricken eyes might confirm their worst fears.

If there was any truth to this, they were done for.

Without missing a beat, Phineas retorted, "Stuart! What kind of nonsense is that? How could Reuben ever stoop so low? You're just trying to frame him to cover your own tracks, aren't you?"

"Framing, you say? I've got hidden cameras all over the mansion, Phineas. If you're interested, I've got footage of Reuben tampering with the meds. I spared him not out of pity, but because murder is a crime, you get that, right?"

Stuart was past caring.

Norbert's health had been failing for a while; his last episode had left him barely clinging to life, with doctors giving him months at best. Yet, Stuart couldn't stomach the thought of someone hastening his end.

Phineas' face went through a spectrum of emotions, finally settling on fury as he bellowed, "Stuart!"

Sabrina was beside herself, too panicked to worry about her son's fate, she quickly tried to reassure Norbert, "Norbert, Reuben would never do such a thing, he must have been misled... You've watched him grow up, you know him."

Yara, who had been retreating into the background, suddenly froze, her hand clutching her stomach as she asked, "Dad, do you really have just a few months left? Dad, even though I'm married off, my in-laws don't care about me. You have to leave me some shares, or my daughters and I won't survive..."

Norbert couldn't help but find humor in the situation.

He'd lived a long life and wasn't afraid of dying.

After his last health scare, the doctor had made it clear his time was limited, but he'd chosen to keep this from everyone but Stuart, fearing it would only fuel their greed.

Now, witnessing his family's true colors, Norbert found a bitter irony in his existence.

His own grandson, plotting his death for a quicker inheritance.

The Hetfields seemed to care about nothing but money and shares, with little concern for how much time he had left.

Except for maybe one person, Wenna, she'd probably care.

He had kept the severity of his condition from Wenna too, not wanting to burden her with the sorrow. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Ironically, the only one who would truly mourn him wasn't a Hetfield at all.

Amidst the Hetfield family's uproar...

Stuart, indifferent to their excuses, knew Morwenna was on her way back and intended to clear the air. His voice, cold as ice, cut through the noise, "Phineas, I'll deal with Reuben. And you, stop your barking. If I find out you had a hand in this, I'll make sure you two share a cell. And Yara, from tomorrow, I don't want to see you around the mansion. Either go back to your in-laws, or I'll arrange a spot for you in the nursing home."