How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

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Seeing everyone was aboard, Orson floored it, zooming off at breakneck speed.

It was a good hour’s drive from Hetfield's Homestead to Rosefrost University. Norbert insisted they drive Morwenna to school early for registration.

Stuart stood at the front door, looking like a man left behind, his face a picture of gloom.

Meanwhile, with a brooding expression, Claude was perched up in the attic, telescope in hand, watching Morwenna depart from afar.

Morwenna's phone chimed twice when she had just set off in the car. Pulling it out, she saw two texts.

Stuart texted, [I’ll visit you in a few days.]

Claude sent her a message. [Ms. Winslet, I’ll be waiting for your return.]

Suddenly, Morwenna felt overwhelmed.

Stuart said he was coming to visit her, heh? But how? To the campus? To her dorm?

With so many people around campus, what if they were seen?

Morwenna wrestled with herself for some time and decided to reply to Claude first. [Focus on your studies. I'll come back to see and tutor you during my break.]

Up in the attic, Claude's sullen face brightened considerably.

Trapped in his cage, he couldn't stop Morwenna from leaving, and he couldn't follow her. He could only hope for her return.

After replying to Claude, Morwenna stared at her phone, at a loss for how to respond to Stuart.

If she agrees to his visit, it might cause a scene, but if she doesn’t, it's sure to upset Stuart.

As Morwenna was pondering, Norbert suddenly asked, “By the way, Wenna, what major are you studying?”

Quickly tucking away her phone, Morwenna replied, “I’m studying journalism.”

Norbert was curious. “Why journalism?”

“I want to be a reporter. In many remote mountain areas in my hometown, children can’t get a basic education. Lots of good people want to help but have no clue about these hidden spots. I want to be a journalist to travel far and wide, to bring these real stories to light so more help can reach those in need,” Morwenna explained with a spark in her eyes.

After finishing, she looked at Norbert earnestly. “Norbert, I can’t help everyone alone, so I want to bring these stories to those willing to help. Is that okay?”

Norbert smiled warmly. “Of course, it is. I believe you’ll do great, Wenna.”

Morwenna's smile blossomed upon receiving Norbert’s affirmation.

Melvin dreamt of helping children who couldn't join school get an education.

With Melvin gone, she’d carry on that mission.

She had realized long ago that she couldn’t help many by being a rural teacher her whole life. She needed to let more people know.

As the elder and the younger chatted, Morwenna momentarily forgot about Stuart’s unread message.

After sending his message and getting no reply, Stuart was so frustrated that he considered chasing after her to bring her back personally, but luckily, he still had some sense left.

He glanced at his phone, saw the unanswered text, and dialed Fletcher’s number. “Get out here.”

Groggy from sleep, Fletcher answered with a confused, “Stuart?”

Already annoyed, Stuart snapped, “You guys have 30 minutes. Meet me at Windcharm Villas.”

With that, Stuart hung up.

Fletcher sat up, his hair a mess, utterly baffled.

That was Stuart, right? Did Stuart call? At just past seven in the morning? Since when was Stuart ever up this early?

And he was summoning them to Windcharm Villas.

It took Fletcher a moment to process Stuart’s words about meeting in half an hour, which jolted him awake. He quickly grabbed his phone to alert the others.