How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Morwenna paused her rehearsal, turning her head to catch a group of girls laughing at her.

Noticing Morwenna's gaze, their expressions turned even more disdainful.

Many students with heavy accents often hesitated to speak confidently, fearing mockery.

Being laughed at for attempting could be embarrassing.

But Morwenna never felt shame in not knowing something.

She asked the girls solemnly, “I'm not fluent in French, so I'm learning. Does that bother you?”

To Morwenna, learning something new was perfectly normal.

She never claimed to be perfect at everything but believed hard work could improve herself.

Ignorance was never a cause for shame.

The girls paused for a moment.

Then, one of the girls boldly retorted, “Yeah, it bothers us! You being at Rosefrost University degrades our reputation as fellow students.”

Another sneered, “Can you speak French, local pig!”

Though her spoken French was weak, Morwenna understood the insult. Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

She fixed them with a clear gaze and said, word for word, “Did you score perfect marks in your SATs? In Literature, History, or Geography? No need to answer. I guess not. So, could I call you guys local pigs for not mastering your own country’s language and culture?”

The girls were stunned, not expecting such a retort.

One of them scoffed. “And you scored perfect marks in these?”

Morwenna stood tall, “Yes, I did!”

The girls were speechless.

Morwenna continued, “I’m the freshman representative because I come from a small town and have achieved admission here despite limited educational resources. I’m proud of my teachers and myself. I believe I deserve to speak as a representative. If you have nothing constructive, please don’t interrupt my practice.”

Their faces flushed with embarrassment.

Seeing they wouldn’t leave, Morwenna decided to walk away herself.

She had plenty to do, no time to waste on nuisances.

Morwenna started her day with early study sessions, followed by a packed schedule of classes.

At noon, after lunch, she explored ways to earn money at the university.

She still owed Stuart a big sum of money. Previously, tutoring Claude allowed her to save $20,000, which she sent back home to Johnson.

Although Johnson mentioned the money was enough for the Hope School's construction, additional funds for new desks, blackboards, and school supplies were necessary, prompting Morwenna to send more money home.

And she had debts to pay.

After some research, Morwenna found several opportunities to earn money besides scholarships.

Initially considering cafeteria jobs for work-study, she realized she needed more time for academics.

Tutoring was out due to Rosefrost University's strict regulations on leaving campus.

Morwenna chose a few suitable options.

Working as a library assistant allowed her to study while on the job.

Writing, as she had a knack for it, and submitting articles for publication could be lucrative.

Parcel collection and delivery service required running errands.

Above all, her primary focus was academic excellence, aiming for Rosefrost University’s scholarships, which could offer substantial financial relief, up to $10,000 to $20,000 a year.