Morwenna understood the grim implication of "in a few days" - they were waiting for Norbert to pass away.
With a slightly darkened expression, Morwenna said, âPhineas, if Lorna doesnât go back, the Lamonts will definitely come knocking, and I donât think youâd want them to see all this.â
âItâs school hours now. Iâll call the school and get you both excused,â Phineas replied calmly.
Morwennaâs face shifted through several emotions. They had sneaked out, and during school hours, the Lamonts wouldnât know that Lorna had returned.
Phineas was adamant about not letting Lorna leave, unwilling to risk any mishaps at this critical moment.
At this time, the Hetfield residence was tightly guarded, sealed off from the outside world.
Morwenna felt guilty for dragging Lorna into this mess. Apology filled her eyes, but Lorna seemed carefree as she said, âItâs alright. A few days of fun wonât hurt. Go on with your stuff, Morwenna. Is there a gaming room? Iâm off to play some video games.â
A maid immediately took Lorna to the gaming room.
Morwennaâs heart ached.
She prided herself on her clear sense of right and wrong, never intending to harm or burden others.
Yet, this time, she had inadvertently hurt Ryan and dragged Lorna into this situation.
Ryan faced the consequences without regret, and Lorna pretended to be light-hearted about going to play video games.
But Morwenna had no time to dwell on her sorrow. With Norbert Hetfieldâs fate hanging in the balance, she needed to see him first.
Approaching Norbert Hetfieldâs room, she released Ryan and whispered an apology before pushing the door open.
The moment she entered, Morwenna's breath caught in her throat.
Norbert Hetfield, who had been well just a few days ago, now lay on the bed with a respirator, his once healthy frame dramatically withered to bones.
He lay there quietly, like an old lion whose teeth had fallen out and claws dulled, barely clinging to life while the scavengers waited to divide his remains.
How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband ï¤Chapter 405 Panic surged through Morwenna as she rushed over, softly calling out, âGrandpa, itâs me, Wenna. Iâm back.â
Norbertâs eyelids fluttered, and he struggled to open his eyes.
He seemed to try to sit up, but his attempts were futile, leaving him gasping for air, unable to even sit up.
Morwenna quickly moved closer, taking Norbertâs hand, âGrandpa, donât move. Just rest. Whatever you want to say, take your time. Iâm here for you.â
Norbert let out a long sigh, his voice barely audible, âWenna, why come back? Go to school. Iâm fine, you donât need to worry about me.â
Sitting by the bed, Morwenna held Norbertâs hand, sorrow filling her voice, âNorbert Hetfield, even now, youâre still keeping things from me?â
She didnât cry, as if her sorrow was too deep for tears.
The approach of death was unmistakable.
She had seen it before, when Melvin had died. Back then, she was too young, powerless, and could only watch as tragedy struck, unable to do anything.
But even after striving for so many years, she found herself in the same helpless situation, watching another vital person in her life succumb to illness.
What was she supposed to do?
The true despair wasnât in losing a loved one, but in helplessly watching them slip away, unable to stop it.
Norbert struggled to speak, âWenna, donât be afraid. Itâs just the natural cycle of life and death, donât be afraid.â
Unable to hold back any longer, Morwennaâs eyes reddened, âGrandpa, I just want you to live well. Youâre all I have left, please donât leave me...â
She couldnât bear the thought of being an orphan again.
She didnât want to be alone anymore.
My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace ï¤Chapter 492