How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Keira shook her head quickly.

"No, it's not that she's bullying me. Sandra reached out because she wanted me to contact you. I'm not sure what's going on, but Sandra looked as if she were gravely ill. She even... even begged me for help. Morwenna was puzzled.

Sandra, begging Keira? That was hard to believe. Sandra, who usually made a sport of pushing Keira around, actually seeking help?

Keira was known for her timid nature, always enduring whatever came her way without complaint. Sandra had taken full advantage of this, bullying Keira whenever she felt like it. It was unimaginable that Sandra would ever lower herself to ask for help.

Seeing Morwenna's confusion, Keira nervously said, "Could it be something Mr. Hetfield did? The way Sandra looked, it seemed like the Roberts family was in some kind of trouble."

Morwenna shook her head. "I doubt it. It's probably just some schoolyard squabble. I haven't asked Stuart to step in, and he hasn't mentioned anything about Sandra to me." "So, what could it be?"

"Let's not speculate. We'll ask her tomorrow. If it's urgent, she'll come to us."

"Okay, Wenna, you know Sandra's a bit of a snake. Please, be careful."

"I know. Don't worry, she can't hurt me. Now, let's get some rest."

Keira, reassured by Morwenna's confidence and her own knowledge that Sandra had never managed to get the better of Morwenna, went to bed with a lighter heart. Morwenna, too, decided not to dwell on it. Whatever it was, it could wait till tomorrow.

She lay down, her body aching from the day's stress.

With the rain pouring down, she wondered if Stuart had made it home okay.

Just as she was about to check in on Stuart, a sudden thought crossed Morwenna's mind.

She had promised Claude she'd drop by his place before school to deliver a book.

But with the chaos at home, she hadn't managed to get out of bed all day, let alone visit Claude, and had gone straight to school from there, completely forgetting her promise. Morwenna hastily checked her messages. Claude hadn't reached out.

For any other kid, this might have been a minor oversight, easily remedied by delivering the book later.

But this was Claude, sensitive and prone to taking things the wrong way.

What seemed minor could escalate into a major issue.

Ignoring the late hour, Morwenna dialed Claude's number, which rang several times without answer.

Panic set in.

Normally, whether by call or message, Claude would reply to Morwenna instantly, any time of day. Today, there was silence.

Was Claude upset? Or worse, had something happened?

Given Claude's frail health, Morwenna's concern grew.

She couldn't help but call Claude's butler.

"Hello, I'm sorry to bother you so late. Is Claude okay?"

"Ms. Winslet, hello. The young master is in his room, he's fine."

"I've been trying to reach him but he's not answering. Could you please check on him? I'm worried something might have happened."

"Is that so? Alright, I'll go right away."

The butler, too, sounded worried. It was unlike Claude to ignore a call from Ms. Winslet.

He hurried towards Claude's room, but halfway there, he suddenly stopped.

Morwenna, still on the line, heard his breath catch.

"What's wrong? Did something happen to Claude?" she asked, her voice tense with concern.

After a moment of silence, the butler finally spoke, "The young master... he's come out of his room."