How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Across from Morwenna, the yelling was loud enough to cut through the quiet night, and she could hear every word.

Adelaide was threatening to take her own life.

Morwenna was dumbfounded. Why would Adelaide consider such a drastic act?

Was it all because Stuart was married? Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

Could it really be that without Stuart, Adelaide saw no reason to keep going?

Morwenna just couldn't wrap her head around it.

Stuart, his expression severe yet resolved, got out of bed and told Morwenna, “You get some rest, I need to step out.”

Morwenna quickly responded, “I’m coming with you.”

She knew Stuart’s fever had only temporarily subsided; it could flare up again at any moment, and she wanted to be there to help if needed.

But Stuart was adamant. “No, it’s better if you stay. She’ll be even more upset if you come with me.”

Morwenna bit her lip and fell silent.

Stuart threw on his coat and left swiftly.

There Morwenna was, alone in the hospital room.

Indeed, her presence might only agitate Adelaide further. It was as if Adelaide's drastic thoughts were somehow her fault.

What had Morwenna done wrong?

Of course, she shouldn’t have confronted Adelaide about her relationship with Stuart. That much was clear now.

Lost in her thoughts, Morwenna hung her head low.

When Fletcher received Stuart’s call, he rushed over and found Morwenna looking utterly dejected. He sighed inwardly.

Trying to keep things light, Fletcher stepped into the room and said, “Hey, Morwenna, Stuart asked me to check if you’d rather stay here at the hospital or head back to Hetfield's Homestead. If you want to go back, I can drive you.”

Morwenna’s eyes widened. “Isn’t Stuart coming back?”

Fletcher stumbled, “No, that’s not what I mean. It's just really late, and it’s not good for you to keep waiting here. Besides, don’t you have work in the morning? You shouldn’t be up all night.”

Thinking it over, Morwenna realized that Stuart and Adelaide’s situation was beyond her control.

“I’ll stay here then, no need for the trouble, Dr. Vaughn.”

“Alright then, try to get some rest. With Stuart there, nothing bad will happen.”

“Thanks, Dr. Vaughn.”

After Fletcher closed the door behind him, he couldn’t help but worry.

Morwenna had been up most of the night caring for Stuart, only for him to wake up and rush to another woman.

And Stuart’s condition had worsened because he had jumped into the water to save Adelaide.

Observing Morwenna through the hospital’s surveillance system—a setup originally meant for monitoring patients with insomnia like Stuart—Fletcher saw her sit there motionless for a few minutes, then move to the bathroom to freshen up before grabbing a blanket and curling up on the sofa to sleep.

The room was arranged just like the ones at Windcharm Villas, giving Morwenna a familiar comfort.

Seeing that she was safe and sound, Fletcher finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Deep down, he wondered how Stuart would handle this delicate situation.

Adelaide had once saved Stuart’s life, and he felt a deep obligation to keep her safe.

But if Adelaide continued to use her own life as leverage, what would Stuart do?

Would he keep leaving Morwenna behind? It had happened during the dress fitting, their near- drowning incident, and now tonight.

Oh Stuart, these things you deem trivial, when repeated, can truly wound a heart.