Without Morwenna's intervention, the doctors had already begun their desperate attempts at resuscitation. Despite his broken ribs, they persisted with CPR. Morwenna was pinned to the ground, her eyes wide with fury and despair. Her eyes were red and swollen as if she might cry tears of blood. She struggled and cried out, âGrandpa Norbert, can we just let go? Please, Iâll let you go, I wonât beg you to stay anymore...â
The medical team hesitated, their movements faltering. To them, a patient in such a grave condition hardly warranted such aggressive resuscitation.
Why subject someone so close to death to such immense pain? However, as the doctors paused, Phineas barked with venom, âKeep going, shock him! Do whatever it takes, we have to bring him back!â
Morwenna watched as the defibrillator jolted Norbert's frail body repeatedly. He shook with each shock, like a dry leaf caught in the wind. âNo...â
Morwenna screamed, her voice filled with agony. Her fingers were raw from clawing at the ground, desperately trying to crawl forward. Yet, the security guards held her firmly in place, her struggles futile.
Pain seemed irrelevant to Morwenna as she continued her desperate attempt to reach Norbert. Phineas, his voice dripping with malice, taunted her, âI thought you didnât care? Werenât you the brave one? Donât worry, no matter how painful this is, Iâll make sure Norbert survives!â
âPhineas! Thereâs such a thing as divine justice. Arenât you afraid of retribution?â Morwennaâs voice was a piercing cry of despair.
âHa, retribution? If such a thing existed, I wouldnât be the first in line in the Hetfield family!â Phineas sneered, touching the wound on his head. He walked over and cruelly ground his shoe into Morwennaâs hand, âI told you, you just had to do one small thing for me. Why are the young so disobedient? Always choosing the hard way!â
Meanwhile, downstairs, Lorna was pacing in the living room, bored from gaming. Suddenly, she heard noises from upstairs. It sounded like Morwenna was shouting, a kind of rage and despair she had never heard before. Concerned, Lorna instinctively took a few steps toward the stairs, then hesitated. This was Hetfield family business, and as an outsider, it might not be her place to interfere. But the next moment, Lorna muttered under her breath, âTo hell with propriety!â
With that, she charged upstairs. If Lorna couldnât stand by her friends without weighing the pros and cons, then she wasnât Lorna. The commotion meant Norbertâs room door was left open. Bursting in, Lorna saw Morwenna. She saw people stepping on her, saw Morwennaâs desperate, frenzied struggles. A surge of anger overtook Lorna; she rushed forward, kicking Phineas away and flipping a bodyguard over her shoulder. Seizing the moment, she scooped Morwenna into her arms, holding her close, and faced the others with defiance.
Norbert was eventually revived once more. The doctors breathed a sigh of relief as the alarm on the ventilator ceased. Morwenna, however, seemed to collapse mentally, murmuring non-stop, âLetâs not save him, Grandpa Norbert isn't in pain, letâs not...â
Phineas, barely supported by his bodyguards, got to his feet, pushed them away, and pointed at Lorna, âLorna, huh? This is Hetfield family business.
Are you sure you want to get involved? Do you really want to drag the Lamont family into the Hetfield family's mess?â
How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband ï¤Chapter 414 My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace ï¤Chapter 492 Lornaâs brows furrowed in anger: âIâm only representing myself. I canât stand seeing so many of you bully one girl! If youâre so tough, go pick on Stuart. What does Morwenna know, this poor girl, to deserve such treatment from all of you? Keep this up, and when Stuart comes back, youâll all regret it!â