How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

"Easy does it, guys, don't scratch it or anything."

"Come on, give a hand here. Let's move it inside."

Everyone's gaze was captivated.

Once they saw what was being moved in, Ruby gasped, "Oh my god, that's a grand piano crafted by two of the greatest masters in the world. It's the only one of its kind, worth over thirty million."

Pearl, clearly envious, said, "Quinn, who bought this? It must be for you. You're the only one prepping for that big piano competition."

Ruby, with stars in her eyes, said, "I have no clue who bought it. Maybe Grandpa? This piano is just stunning!"

"Truly stunning. Grandpa really spoils you, Quinn. I'm so jealous."

Though they were all Fletchers by name, they didn't have a share in the Hetfield legacy. Being the youngest, they couldn't dream of affording something over a million, let alone thirty. Ruby acted as if the piano was already hers, directing the movers, "Take it to my music room, over here. Be careful. If you damage it, selling everything you own wouldn't cover the cost!" While saying this, Ruby gave Morwenna a snooty look.

As if to say, "See the difference, pauper? This is the gap between wealthy belles like us and country bumpkins like you."

Morwenna remained unfazed by the taunting glare.

Then came Orson, leading the movers, blocking Ruby, "Miss, you seem to be under some misunderstanding. This piano isn't yours."

Orson was known for his bluntness, but the Hetfields tolerated him due to his high standing with the patriarch.

But Ruby, unable to contain her anger, retorted, "Orson, what nonsense are you spouting now? I'm the pianist in the family. If it's not for me, then who?"

Orson, with pride, declared, "This is Mr. Hetfield's gift to Mrs. Hetfield!"

Ruby was dumbfounded.

The room fell silent.

Morwenna's English book dropped to the floor.

Stuart picked it up, asking softly, "Do you like the piano he got you?"

Morwenna, bewildered, said, "Why would you get me a piano? I can't even play."

Stuart, as if it was the most natural thing, pulled Morwenna onto his lap, cuddling her like a kitten.

In a voice both mature and seductive, he whispered, "You don't know how, but I can teach you."

Morwenna was momentarily lost for words.

Ruby, unable to accept that her coveted treasure belonged to someone else and momentarily forgetting Stuart's intimidating presence, blurted out, "Cousin, we're the ones related by blood. Winnie... your wife, she's just a girl from the countryside, doesn't even know how to play. Why would you get her such an expensive piano?"

Ruby barely managed to correct herself to "your wife" in time and refrained from being too harsh to Morwenna.

Morwenna, for her part, didn't understand either. Even if she were a master pianist, she'd consider using such an expensive piano a waste.

Being around Stuart had desensitized her to the concept of money.

Back in her mountain town, a dollar could buy two buns. Stuart, on the other hand, talked in terms of thousands and millions as if it were nothing.

Then, Stuart declared, "So what if she doesn't play? As long as she likes it, whatever she wants to learn or have, I can provide. Don't flaunt your pathetic sense of superiority in front of my people. Or do you think a girl I cherish and pamper could ever be inferior to you?"