How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Chapter 222

As long as Norbert was okay, that was all that mattered.

But for some reason, she couldn't shake off a feeling of unease.

Morwenna came home from tutoring to find that Norbert and Rose had gone out.

She worried about a bunch of things: Did Norbert take his coat? Did he remember his medication, or might he sneak off for a drink?

Morwenna's mind was a whirlwind of concerns.

Stuart came down the stairs and saw Morwenna, her brows knitted with worry. He asked, “What’s up? Feeling left out and blue?”

Morwenna shook her head. “No, it's just... I feel Norbert’s health is slipping, even though he's good with his meds.” she said.

Stuart’s eyes dimmed, as deep and obscure as a forest at dusk, yet his tone remained casual. “Don’t overthink it. People get frail with age. Just take good care of him. With so many eyes in this house, you don’t need to fret over him all day.”

Morwenna nodded, “You’re right. It must be just the age. With the best doctors and medicine, he’ll be fine.”

“Don’t worry. I’ve got Keegan keeping an eye on him.”

Morwenna felt somewhat relieved at that. She knew Keegan; he was Orson's brother, a reliable man.

Orson had two elder brothers. The eldest was Keaton, and the second was Keegan. It was said that the Browns had hoped for a daughter the third time around but ended up with another son, Orson, much to their frustration. They barely bothered with a name, thus ended up with Orson.

Morwenna’s gaze landed briefly on Orson in the yard, aimlessly tossing stones at tree leaves...

She redirected her attention away from her worries and turned to Stuart, “Why have you been coming home so early lately? Isn’t the company keeping you busy?”

“Not really. Come out with me in a bit.”

Meanwhile, Stuart's assistants were still at the office, planning to work through the night.

Morwenna actually believed Stuart wasn’t busy and asked, “Where are we going?”

“To check out the scar on your forehead at the hospital.”

Morwenna had injured her forehead while saving Stuart, leaving behind a faint pink scar after it healed.

The scar wasn’t very noticeable, and it was likely to fade even more over time.

Morwenna wasn't really bothered by it. Back in her mountain village, it was normal to have scars; they were seen as badges of honor.

Morwenna casually said, “It’s alright, it’ll fade over time. No need to spend money on that at the hospital.”

Being frugal was second nature to her. In their community, every penny was spent where it was needed most.

Stuart, somewhat exasperated, said, “Morwenna, I’m very rich. You could spend lavishly your entire life and not run out of money, you get that?”

“How could I possibly spend your money?”

“You’re my wife. Of course, you can.”

Morwenna’s eyes widened in surprise as Stuart called her his wife. He had always been private about their marriage.

Seeing Morwenna’s baffled look, Stuart sighed. He had always despised greed and opportunism in others, yet now he wished Morwenna would indulge a little in his wealth.

While Morwenna was still processing, Stuart decisively led her to the car.

They arrived at Healing Streams Medical Center, where Morwenna found herself lying under what was obviously an expensive piece of equipment. Fletcher, wielding some gadget, moved it back and forth over her forehead, its touch cold.

Bored, Morwenna could only gaze up at Fletcher, who, even behind a mask, seemed to be smiling warmly at her. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Stuart stood by with a stern face, silently wishing he could operate the machine himself just to keep Fletcher away.