How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 83

Morwenna didn't allow herself to mope around in sadness and hurt for too long. She snapped herself out of it pretty fast.

Her first order of business now was to make money.

She had taken a few days off to care for Stuart, but it seemed that Stuart no longer needed her care. She was ready to head back to the market to fillet fish today.

Also, since today was Monday, she could head over to the tutoring center in the afternoon.

Morwenna changed back into her old clothes and headed downstairs, planning to move her stuff from Windcharm Villas after work so that Norbert wouldn't have to keep buying her new ones.

She thought it was still early. Just dawn, everyone would still be asleep.

But as soon as she reached the ground floor, she saw Yara’s two young daughters sitting on the living room couch, each holding a smartphone, chatting and playing games.

"Hurry up, we need to wrap this up soon. If the adults see us gaming all night, we're toast."

"It's all because of Grandpa, being so nice to that new woman but making us and Mom squeeze into one room. If we had our rooms, we could lock ourselves in and play all night without sneaking out here."

"She's not even a real wife for Stuart, just an outsider. I don’t accept her. Look, it was her first visit yesterday, and Stuart didn’t even come back."

"Yeah, I don’t think Stuart likes her at all. He won’t come back to the family house. She’s living there alone. Isn’t she afraid of being laughed at?"

As Morwenna approached, the girls, absorbed in their game, finally noticed her.

Their conversation abruptly stopped.

Morwenna walked over.

One of the girls, somewhat nervously but loudly said, "What do you want?"

Morwenna, in a low tone and not in the best mood, said, "Nothing much, just reminding you kids should be focusing on school, not badmouthing people. It’s rude."

"You say we’re rude? We just said it right to your face. What are you going to do about it? You gonna yell back?"

Morwenna leaned in closer, seriously saying, "I might not yell back, but push me further, and I might just start throwing punches."