How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Chapter 185

The Hetfield family had secrets—deep, dark secrets—and Morwenna had always suspected as much. But now, after hearing Stuart speak, she realized that these secrets were far more intricate than she had ever imagined.

Yara wasn't really his youngest aunt at all.

How did his real youngest aunt, who tormented Stuart so badly, die? And how was it possible for her to keep on hurting him for years?

What about Stuart's parents?

Morwenna's mind was a whirlwind of confusion, and she found herself unable to ask any more questions.

Stuart didn't continue either. It seemed he just wanted Morwenna to know about the pain he had kept silent for so long, like tearing open his own wounds to let the most trusted person take a peek.

Just then, someone pushed the door open.

Fletcher entered with his hands covering his eyes, peeking through his fingers like a mischievous fox. "Hey, Stuart and Morwenna, what are you two up to in broad daylight?" he teased.

Morwenna, still reeling from Stuart's revelations, didn't blush or react as she usually might have.

Stuart adjusted his robe, covering the scars, and stood up to glance at Fletcher, then pulled the blanket over Morwenna.

Fletcher was visibly perplexed, thinking to himself, “She’s covered with a robe and a sick gown, what could I possibly see? Why the need for a blanket?”

Ignoring Fletcher’s expression, Stuart asked in a cold tone, "Any news from the Hetfield Group?"

Fletcher glanced at Morwenna, quickly realizing that Stuart didn't intend for her to leave the conversation.

Seeing this, Fletcher went ahead, "The bait has been taken. To cover the deficit in his project, Reuben has been dipping into the company funds again. Maybe he thinks that with you gone, the Hetfield family is his for the taking, so he's getting reckless." Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

Morwenna listened, slowly coming back to herself. Reuben was Phineas' son, and from what they were saying, it seemed they were setting him up to embezzle funds.

The last time she saw someone battered and bloodied for embezzling funds... was that Reuben?

Fletcher, noticing Morwenna’s furrowed brow, spoke with a hint of unease.

Stuart, unfazed by Morwenna overhearing, replied sharply, "Too slow. Keep the pressure on."

Fletcher almost rolled his eyes. "Getting him to embezzle in just three days, and you're calling that slow?"

"One week maximum."

Fletcher protested, "A week! Stuart, this is a big deal, not some shopping spree. A week is hardly enough! Besides, why the rush? We're just watching from a distance. They've always wanted to push you out, and now that you're gone, let’s see how they manage to screw up the Hetfield family. We don’t need to interfere too much; let them dig their own graves."

Fletcher ranted on, mainly because a week truly was too short.

Stuart’s tone softened slightly, "Speed it up, Wenna needs to get back to work."

Fletcher was baffled, thinking, "What job could possibly be more important than the Hetfield Group?"

Morwenna nodded seriously. Yes, she needed to return to her job soon.

Johnson was fundraising for a new community school, and funds were tight.

She also owed Stuart a considerable amount of money, which she intended to repay.

Having left her job for so many days, even though Stuart had offered to handle her leave, Morwenna was eager to return.

Fletcher was at a loss for words. "Alright, alright, I'll speed things up. I’m off. Breakfast is on the table."