How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 221

"Ah!" Lily gasped in shock.

Standing too close, her dress got splattered with blood, and the small bottle of whiskey she was holding dropped to the ground, shattering into pieces.

Norbert scolded in a low voice, "What are you screaming for? Shut up!"

Lily covered her mouth, her face turning pale, not daring to make another sound.

The others were also visibly shaken, each of them too scared to utter a word.

Norbert, with blood at the corner of his mouth, looked at them seriously and said, "Since your parents sent you back here, they must have informed you about my health. I'm not asking you to leave, but there's one thing: my health condition must not be disclosed to Wenna."

Everyone exchanged puzzled looks, unsure why.

Why keep it a secret from Morwenna? Was it because Morwenna had fallen out of favor?

Norbert did not provide a reason but commanded sternly, "Got it?"

"Yes, yes."

"Alright, Grandpa, we won't say a word."

Norbert had someone clean up all the traces of blood, leaving no sign that he had vomited blood.

At that moment, everyone present realized that the once formidable Norbert was now old, close to death, so weak that he needed support to stand steadily.

After resting for a while outside, ensuring he appeared normal, Norbert started walking back, his expression solemn.

What was he to do? He wouldn't last much longer.

Would Wenna be able to handle the news?

Norbert kept it from Morwenna because he knew she would be the only one truly saddened by his passing.

He didn't want to cause her unnecessary grief, preferring to take each day as it came.

The younger members of the Hetfield family were all aware of Norbert's frail health, yet their primary concern was how to ingratiate themselves with him in his final days, even going so far as to offer him drinks, hoping to curry favor and secure a share of the inheritance.

Even Stuart seemed unaffected.

To Stuart, death was a natural part of life. Norbert was nearing eighty, having lived a full life. Stuart believed living into his sixties would be enough for him.

The world was so full of filth and malice, what was the point of lingering on?