How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Chapter 28

As Morwenna saw someone harassing Mrs. White, the nearby vendors quickly gathered around.

"What's going on here? What's everyone doing?"

"Can't we talk this out? Why resort to violence?"

"If you lay another hand on her, we're calling the cops."

More and more people crowded around, and a few men glanced at the ruined fish shop, exchanging looks before deciding, "Let's go."

The aggressors left.

Morwenna turned to help Mrs. White stand up but noticed her pale face and labored breathing.

"Mrs. White, are you okay?" Morwenna exclaimed in concern.

A woman from the next shop hurried over, "It looks like she's having an episode. Where’s her medication?".

Mrs. White managed to gasp. "I ran out." she murmured.

The crowd gasped, immediately thrown into a flurry of worry.

"Oh no, shouldn’t we call an ambulance right away?”

"I've already called one, but it’ll take a while to get here."

“This, um, isn’t going to turn out bad, right?”

Morwenna looked at Mrs. White's ghastly pale face. Biting her lip, she carried Mrs. White on her back and headed out.

Morwenna was all lean and petite, while Mrs. White carried a bit more weight.

The difference in their shapes made onlookers worried that Morwenna might not manage.

A nearby man immediately said, "Morwenna, where are you taking her?"

Morwenna adjusted Mrs. White on her back and explained, "The market streets are too narrow for the ambulance to get through. I'm taking Mrs. White to the Windcharm Villas entrance. It'll be faster that way."

"Why don’t you let me carry her? You’re a young girl. I’m worried you might not be able to handle it."

"No need. Thank you all for today, and could you keep an eye on the shop for me?"

With that, Morwenna had sped off out of the market.

She ran fast, and when she reached the first district, she was sweating.

She was strong, but carrying a woman over a hundred and forty pounds and running was indeed draining.

Lying on Morwenna's slender back, Mrs. White listened to her slightly heavy breathing. Her feelings were complex.

At that moment, a familiar car pulled up beside Morwenna.

She tried to go around, but the car stopped, and Stuart stepped out.

Stuart looked at the sweat-drenched Morwenna, frowning. What was she thinking?

Usually, you'd expect someone to kick another while they're down, not rush to help them.

Stuart had not planned to intervene, but Fletcher once mentioned that to win a woman's heart, he should help her when she needed help, even if the trouble was his doing.

Stuart offered bluntly, "Get in. Where are you going? I’ll take you."

Morwenna's eyes lit up. "Thanks, mister!"

Without hesitation, she hurried Mrs. White into the car. "Mrs. White is sick. We'll meet the ambulance on its way here to get her help sooner."

Stuart observed her urgency, his presence as chilly as the car's air conditioning.

He said lazily, "I heard you got bullied frequently at work. Now that one of those bullies is sick, why the rush to help?"

His words were blunt, spoken outright in front of Mrs. White, who turned even paler.

But Morwenna shook her head. "Stuart, stop talking nonsense. Mrs. White never bullied me. She’s always been kind to me."

Stuart wanted to scoff but suddenly remembered how this earnest girl had once called him a good person.

She was always troubled, criticized, and bullied. NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

His actions were far worse than this fish shop owner at the market.

How in the world did this girl determine what made a person good?

Morwenna's emotions were sincere and strong enough to silence the two in the car.