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How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 195

Stuart's face fell.

Morwenna was the kindest soul you could ever meet.

Always optimistic and cheerful, she saw the good in everyone and everything.

When she said she liked him, what she liked was just a facade he put on.

He felt like a rat lurking in the dark sewers, shamelessly reaching for the sunlight.

And now, with Yara speaking out, what would Morwenna think?

Instinctively, Stuart hid his blood-stained hands behind his back.

He had always embraced his darker, bloodthirsty side. The sight of blood only spurred his excitement and madness. This was the first time he ever felt the need to hide it, fearing judgment.

Norbert, concerned, glanced at Morwenna beside him and barked at Yara, "Shut it."

Phineas and Sabrina exchanged glances, sensing an opportunity.

With her eyes swollen from tears, Sabrina softly said, "Stuart, we'll pay back the money, okay? You've made your point. Let me take Reuben to the hospital, yeah? After all, we're family. We don't want this ending in a tragedy, right?"

Even if it meant her son could never return to the Hetfield family, getting him medical treatment was what mattered now.

Stuart held his tongue, not uttering a word.

Morwenna stepped forward from behind Norbert, locking eyes with Stuart, she asked, "Did you do this, Stuart?"

Yara let out a mocking laugh, "Do you even need to ask? Look at his hands, they're covered in blood. Finally seeing him for who he really is, huh? If I were you, I'd talk some sense into him. We're all Hetfields here, why take it to such extremes?"

Stuart gave Yara a sharp, threatening look.

Yara quickly shut her mouth.

Morwenna ignored Yara, focusing only on Stuart.

His heart sank. He hadn't yet fixed the mess at the fish stall, and now Morwenna had seen his cruel side.

Facing Morwenna's honest gaze, Stuart admitted with a suppressed grunt, "Yes, it was me."

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