Stuart led Morwenna upstairs without another word.


    The remaining trio stood there, baffled, as Norbert maintained his stern expression. Once


    Morwenna was gone, the atmosphere seemed to chill.


    Norbert, trying to soften his imposing demeanor, addressed them, “Wenna is a bit naive and easily


    taken advantage of. You all are her friends. If anything untoward happens to her at school, I hope


    you’d let the Hetfield family know.”


    Dahlia was about to respond when Lorna jumped in, “Of course, does that mean we cane over


    to the Hetfield Manor anytime?”


    Lorna, ever the bbermouth, didn’t even notice Dahlia pinching her arm in warning. With Stuart,


    the mood-dampener gone, Lorna was back to her unfiltered self.


    But Hetfield Manor wasn’t a ce you just dropped by.


    Surprisingly, Norbert responded kindly, “As long as you''re Wenna''s friends, you''re always wee


    to visit.”


    Lorna thumped her chest in promise, “Of course, I don''t bother with the faint-hearted. They say no


    bond is stronger than one forged in battle, and I count Morwenna as a friend after our little scuffle.”


    Realizing her slip, Lorna looked around nervously.


    Dahlia’s expression could freeze water, obviously thinking Lorna had crossed a line by mentioning a


    fight with Morwenna in front of her grandfather. Norbert eyed Lorna more closely, then asked, “Who


    won?”


    “Uh… Morwenna did, by a slight margin.”


    Though Morwenna had won by more than a slight margin, a tipsy Lorna was too proud to admit it.


    Norbert simply nodded, “Good, that’s settled then.”


    His protective stance left everyone momentarily lost in thought. Morwenna was charming, sure, but


    did that justify Norbert’s tant favoritism? His unwavering support, personally seeing her off to


    school, asking others to look after her, and even favoring her over his most aplished grandson.


    As they were escorted out, they were still in disbelief about the day''s events. They had earned the


    privilege toe and go from Hetfield Manor, something even their parents couldn’t im. They


    were also given the Manor’sndline number to report any issue concerning Morwenna. All because


    they were friends of Morwenna.


    Upstairs in Hetfield Manor’s parlor, the younger Hetfields gathered, guarded by two bodyguards at


    the door.


    Lily Hetfield vented to Rose Hetfield, “Sis, you said Morwenna was out of favor, right? So what’s this


    about? Grandpa even barred us from greeting her. Is he afraid we’ll say something unpleasant or


    bully Morwenna in front of her school friends?”


    Rose replied coldly, “I underestimated Morwenna. She hasn’t seen Grandpa in a month, yet in that


    time, I’ve been by his side every day. Still, she manages to be his favorite.”


    Ryan Hetfield mumbled, “She’s our sister-inw.”


    Lily snapped, “Shut it, Ryan! Are you even a Hetfield, always siding with outsiders? Your own


    brother got sent to jail, and you’re still talking about sister-inw?”


    All of Yara Hetfield’s daughters bore the Hetfield name, either seeking to inherit the family’s wealth


    or because their own family didn’t mind much due to them being girls.


    “Big sis, my brother made his own mistakes,” Ryan said firmly.


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    Lily, losing patience, cut him off, “Enough with your moral high ground. If you’re so noble, then


    renounce your share of the inheritance. Stop pretending!”