Chapter 447: Chapter 448

Morwenna lifted her head blankly, her blurred vision settling on Orson.

Why was Orson here?

Oh, right, Norbert Hetfield had instructed Orson to accompany her.

But where was Norbert Hetfield?

The reporters were startled by the sudden appearance of a stranger, stepping back hastily.

Once they realized it was just one person, they surged forward again.

“Who are you? We didn't bully Morwenna; she's the problem. Already married, yet she was chasing after money by seducing a minor. When caught, she tried to flee, and when that didn't work, she attacked the reporters and broke a camera.”

“Yeah, who are you, anyway? You must be involved with Morwenna too, right?”

Hearing these slanderous words, Orson was infuriated.

Matthew tugged at Brian, whispering, “Aren't we going too far?”

Brian shook Matthew's hand away, glaring at Morwenna. “Every time I think about Stuart’s uncertain fate and how quickly this woman betrayed him, I can't help but want to throw her into a wasteland too. Is that really too much?”

Matthew hesitated, feeling things had escalated too far, but the situation was beyond easy control now.

Only Orson raised his voice, “My name is Orson. I'm the bodyguard of the Hetfield family, assigned by Norbert and Mr. Hetfield to protect Mrs.

Hetfield. I don't know what nonsense you're spouting, but Mrs. Hetfield would never do anything wrong for money!”

“Ha! What does a bodyguard know? Maybe she's fooled you too.”

“Yeah, coming from some backwater place, you've probably never seen money. Offer a little incentive, and you'll do anything. Poor Mr. Hetfield, the head of the Hetfield family, being cheated on by a woman like this.”

“Regardless of wealth, she needs to pay for my camera. She’s not leaving until she does!”

The scene was chaotic.

Orson stood protectively in front of Morwenna, desperately trying to block everyone.

He shouted, “You idiots, get out of the way! Mrs. Hetfield is injured, and I need to take her to the hospital.”

But no one budged.

In this world, the greatest malice often comes from strangers.

They know nothing about the situation, yet they speak recklessly.

Claiming righteousness, they wield words like knives, hurting others at will.

The two were isolated and helpless.

Just then, someone else rushed into the villa.

A middle-aged lawyer, breathless, called out, “Move aside, everyone! I’m a lawyer, and I have important matters to discuss.”

Claude’s butler had already carried the unconscious Claude to his room. Seeing the crowd, he couldn't help but think, why not take this outside?

What is everyone doing here?

The reporters finally stepped aside.

A lawyer appeared—did this mean Morwenna was involved in something else?

The elderly lawyer pushed through, seeing Orson bruised and battered, and Morwenna sitting on the ground, hands covered in blood. His face changed.

He shouted at the reporters, “What do you think you're doing? Gathering like this doesn’t make assault any less illegal!”

The lawyer's authoritative presence caused the reporters at the front to step back.

Orson was bruised when he arrived, but Morwenna's bleeding hands were undeniable.

The journalist with the broken camera muttered, “But she broke my camera.”

“I believe all these cameras here would have captured exactly how your camera got broken. You can ask for compensation, but I have the right to sue you for assault!”

How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband Chapter 447 My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace Chapter 492 The reporter shrank back, retreating a few steps.

Matthew seemed to recognize the newcomer and shouted, “Wesley? What are you doing here?”

Attorney Wesley gave Matthew a cold look and replied, “Why am I here? To announce Norbert’s will, of course!”