How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 312

Ryan bit his lip, falling silent. He was only in the sixth grade and didn't fully grasp the complexities of the situation. In his heart, he thought his cousin managed the Hetfield family quite well, but his parents and brother always seemed to stir the pot. When he returned to the old family mansion, it wasn't to stake any claim but rather to spend the final days with his grandfather. After all, they were family.

At that moment, Rose and the others clearly didn't share the sentiment of family unity. After the guests had left and the bodyguard standing by the living room door departed, signaling free movement for everyone, they scattered, their faces a mix of jealousy and anger. Rose, with a cold gleam in her eye, left the mansion.

Once they had dispersed, Orson hurried back to report to Norbert, “Grandpa, there was quite the commotion in the living room. I even recorded it sneakily. Do you want to listen?”

Norbert shook his head, “No need, I'm well aware of their antics. Just keep an eye out for any trouble heading Wenna's way.”

Not needing to hear the recording to know what was said, Norbert was already disappointed.

“Of course, I'll look out for Mrs. Hetfield,” Orson, seeing his grandfather's saddened expression, tried to lighten the mood. “Don't take it too hard, sir. Who doesn't have a few ungrateful descendants in their lifetime?”

Norbert sighed, “You may go now.”

“Alrighty!”

As Quinlan Brown, the driver who had just returned, overheard Orson’s comment, he grabbed Orson by the ear, dragging him out. “You blockhead, haven't I always said 'less talk, more action'? Who taught you to be so disrespectful? You're lucky to have lasted this long in the Hetfield Group, purely by sheer luck.”