How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 29

Morwenna had always had a soft spot for those who showed her kindness, keeping a mental tally of every good deed directed her way. So, when Stuart lent a hand, she also made a mental note of his kindness.

Unbeknownst to her, the catastrophe that had unfolded was Stuart’s doing.

As they chatted, the distant wail of an ambulance sliced through their conversation.

Morwenna's face lit up. “Oh, the ambulance is here! Let’s pull over.”

Stuart stopped the car.

Without waiting for Stuart, Morwenna swiftly helped Mrs. White out of the car and dashed toward the ambulance.

She wasted no time getting Mrs. White onboard and climbed in after her.

Inside, the paramedics stabilized Mrs. White, and Morwenna breathed a sigh of relief.

Once at the hospital, Morwenna hurried to handle the admission formalities.

Soon after, Mr. White arrived, dripping with sweat.

In the hospital room, the usually quiet Mr. White was abnormally vocal.

“How could you be so careless as not restocking your medication on time? Forget the grocery store for now. Nothing’s more important than your health. If something happened to you, I don’t know what to do.”

Morwenna was looking on from the doorway, hit by a sudden wave of jealousy.

She chose not to interrupt, quietly slipping away.

Everyone had someone, a comfort, a hug in times of need. It seemed everyone had it except her.

Feeling lonely, Morwenna headed out, accidentally running into someone at the hospital entrance.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” she exclaimed, her eyes brimming with involuntary tears as she clutched her nose, continuing to apologize.

She didn’t resist but explained, “I was in such a rush coming out and scratched my arm. It’s just a small cut, nothing serious.”

Stuart released her, saying coldly, “Get in the car.”

Obediently, Morwenna climbed into the car, unaware of the icy look in Stuart’s eyes when she turned her back, a look devoid of any warmth like a wolf enticing a naive rabbit.

Once in the car, Stuart pulled out a first aid kit and cleaned her wound. The sting of the antiseptic was sharp, but Morwenna didn’t flinch. Pain was an old friend. She’d suffered worse injuries growing up.

“You don’t have to hold back the pain.”

“I’m not.” Morwenna wanted to say she wasn’t in pain but stopped herself. How could she not be in pain?

Having lived alone from a young age, cries of pain had gone unnoticed, and gradually, she stopped voicing them.

But at the time, Stuart told her she didn’t have to endure in silence.