How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

It just wasn't working out.

Adelaide turned ghostly pale, her knees buckling as if the air itself was suddenly too thick to breathe.

Stuart darkened his expression.

"Just breathe slowly. I'll take you to the hospital," Stuart said and didn't forget to address Morwenna, "I'll have the bodyguard take you to the party."

"Stuart..." Adelaide's voice was dripping with hurt and accusation.

She couldn't believe that even now, Stuart was sending Morwenna off to the party.

Supporting Adelaide, Stuart led her away.

Once they were in the car, his voice was cold and emotionless. "Adelaide, quit the manipulations. Whether you go or not, Morwenna has to be at that party. Got it?"

Adelaide, already struggling to breathe, felt like her breath had completely stopped.

Like nothing had happened, Stuart gently reminded her, "Remember to breathe."

He then drove away with Adelaide.

Morwenna was left standing there with a tall and dark-skinned bodyguard.

The bodyguard glanced at the departing Mr. Hetfield, then at the stunningly beautiful Morwenna, visibly uneasy about speaking or moving.

After a moment, Morwenna, not wanting to attend the party alone but thinking of Norbert, turned to the bodyguard and said, "Let's go."

"Uh, sure."

The bodyguard escorted Morwenna to the venue, a private gathering.

Stopping at the entrance, the bodyguard said, "Here we are. I’ll wait outside. It's not appropriate for me to enter."

"Thank you, you’ve been a great help," Morwenna said as she got out of the car alone.

The venue was a quaint house with intricate architecture, resembling a picturesque scene straight from a classic novel.

Inside, being a private event with familiar faces. There was no need for formal welcomes.

However, it was Morwenna's first time here without Stuart.

She walked around, trying to find her bearings.

Then, she found herself lost.

The place was enormous.

Her high heels, though elegant, started to hurt after walking for a while.

Resting for a moment, she was about to try another direction when she heard a frail voice behind her, “Ms. Winslet.”

Morwenna frowned. It was Adelaide again, seemingly omnipresent.

Turning around, she saw Stuart and Adelaide approaching together. Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Weren't they supposed to be heading to the hospital?

Standing next to Stuart, Adelaide spoke in a feeble voice, “Ms. Winslet, I took some medication and I'm feeling better, so we didn't go to the hospital. Let’s go in together. I haven’t seen Norbert in such a long time.”

Adelaide appeared calm, but internally she was unraveling.

Stuart had warned her for Morwenna's sake.

Norbert had gifted a million-dollar dress for Morwenna.

Suddenly feeling threatened, Adelaide feared her place was being usurped, which couldn't happen.

After all her sacrifices to gain Stuart's special attention, Adelaide couldn't let someone else take her place.

Morwenna, uninterested in Adelaide's inner turmoil, was about to walk away when Adelaide suddenly grabbed her arm. "Ms. Winslet, let’s go in together."

Morwenna frowned, “Why should we go together? Besides, we aren’t close. Please don’t touch me.”

Adelaide tightened her grip, her long nails digging painfully into Morwenna's arm, "Ms. Winslet, is your beef with me because of Stuart?"

Morwenna, disgusted, pushed her away.

Then, she saw the madness flare in Adelaide’s eyes.

Adelaide staggered backward, right towards the pond behind her.