How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

After years of being treated like a queen by Barclay, the sound of sobbing instantly put him on edge.

"Adelaide, what's wrong? Please, don't cry! Tell me what's going on."

Adelaide's sobs were heart-wrenching, filling the room with a tangible sadness.

Once her tears had somewhat subsided, she finally managed to speak through her sniffles. "Barclay, why did you have to go after my brother?"

Hearing that, Barclay's tone cooled noticeably. "Adelaide, I've been more than patient with Jethro, all things considered. This was just a lesson. Don't be too upset. After all, Jethro's no kid; you can't watch over him forever."

Adelaide was still crying. "A lesson is one thing, but you didn't have to hospitalize him. It was touch and go for a while there, and now he's lying in the hospital waiting for surgery. After all these years, couldn't you have spared him, for my sake if not for his?"

Barclay frowned. "That's not how it went down! I just lost my temper and kicked him a few times. It shouldn't have been that bad."

"Barclay, are you still trying to lie to me at this point? My brother's in the hospital waiting for surgery, and I've seen him with my own eyes since I got back from abroad."

Barclay was genuinely frantic now. "Adelaide, listen to me, I swear I didn't mean to hurt him that badly. You have to believe me!"

Through her sobs, Adelaide's lips curled into a chilling smirk.

She believed Barclay, of course, because she was the one who had arranged for Jethro to be beaten.

If Jethro hadn't been seriously injured, how could she have justified her sudden return?

As Barclay scrambled to explain himself, Adelaide played the understanding card. "Barclay, I believe you. You've always been there for me. Maybe it was an accident, and your kicks just happened to hit him the wrong way. Now's not the time to point fingers. I... I need to ask, could I possibly borrow some money from you?"

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Without hesitation, he responded. "Money? Between us? Just tell me how much, Adelaide. Consider it compensation for Jethro's medical bills."

Adelaide's voice was barely above a whisper, seemingly embarrassed. "It might need to be around ten million. My mom wants to fly in a top medical team from abroad to operate on my brother."

Ten million was a drop in the bucket for Barclay, merely a few months' allowance.

He agreed without a second thought. "Alright, give me your account details, and I'll transfer it immediately."

"Thank you, Barclay."

"Don't mention it... Adelaide, I feel responsible for this."

After hanging up, Adelaide's face was dry, her eyes clear, devoid of any traces of tears.

See? Men are like fish, she thought. The moment she decided to come back, they all swam right to her feet.

Instead of rushing to the hospital, Adelaide, now flush with cash, checked into a hotel.

Soon after, a woman knocked on her door and entered Adelaide's room.

This woman was none other than the barmaid who had been openly boasting about Stuart's special treatment.

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Little did Stuart or his friends know that these two seemingly unrelated women were actually in cahoots. As soon as the woman entered, Adelaide didn't waste any time. "You got the money. How did things go?"