How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

The car fell silent.

Fletcher quickly attended to Morwenna's injuries.

Stuart held her tight, motionless.

Drops of blood fell in the car, mingling together as if becoming one.

Instead of heading back to the city center, they drove to the nearest hospital.

Fletcher pulled some strings to secure an entire floor of the hospital.

Morwenna needed a thorough examination right away to check for possible internal bleeding or organ damage.

Keegan, Stuart's right-hand man, couldn't help but say, "Mr. Hetfield, you're injured too. You should get treated first. There’s radiation in the X-ray room. I’ll stay with Morwenna. Dr. Vaughn will take good care of her, nothing will go wrong."

Fletcher rolled his eyes at the futile persuasion.

"If that could work, don't you think I would have already convinced him?" he thought.

“No need.” Stuart walked straight into the X-ray room.

Keegan tried to protest.

Fletcher cut him off, “Keegan, the only way you'll get Mr. Hetfield to see a doctor is by making sure Wenna is okay first. Stop messing around.”

Fletcher hurried in after them and closed the door of the X-ray room.

Throughout the examination, Morwenna was unconscious.

Stuart, following Fletcher's directions, helped with the checks.

As they waited for the results, Stuart felt nervous for the first time.

Injuries were commonplace for him.

He always believed that as long as you weren't dead, anything else was trivial.

But now, he was worried, afraid of what they might find wrong with Morwenna.

He feared she had suffered too much. Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

After a while, Fletcher came running with a look of surprise, “Stuart, Morwenna is fine. The worst is a fracture. The rest are just superficial injuries. She’ll need a few stitches in her palm and she might be dizzy for a few days from a head bump, but nothing serious. She's tough as nails!”

Stuart finally relaxed his anxiety.

Morwenna was carried back to her room.

Fletcher began to clean up Morwenna's severely sliced left hand.

The palm was deeply cut, and the index finger bone was broken.

Stuart looked on with a heavy heart, remembering how the dagger had been aimed at him and how Morwenna had caught it with her hand, risking her life.

The wound was deep and gruesome.

During the fight with the gang leader, the assailant had mercilessly broken her left hand's finger bones.

Stuart watched as they cleaned the wound, administered anesthesia, and stitched up Morwenna’s palm, his anger growing.

Just then, Morwenna opened her eyes.

She had a reaction to the anesthesia. It wasn’t effective, and the pain had woken her up.

Seeing that Stuart and Fletcher were okay let her know everything was fine.

She thought she had done well to save Stuart.

Both men were so focused on her hand that they hadn’t noticed she was awake.

Morwenna quietly waited.

She could roughly sense the condition of her body and knew there wasn’t anything seriously wrong, though her right arm dislocation was bothersome.

Once her palm was stitched, Morwenna pulled back her left hand and grabbed her right arm, snapping the misaligned joint back into place with a crisp sound.

She grimaced slightly.

Fletcher was caught off guard.

Before Stuart could react, his fury not yet subsided, he exclaimed, “Morwenna, what are you doing?”

Startled, thinking she had done something wrong, Morwenna looked up innocently, “I was just setting the bone. It was just dislocated, not a big deal. I've done it many times before. I’m pretty good at it.”