How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

The woman's face showed signs of apprehension as she nodded, "It's all taken care of. The word is out. By now, half of Rosefrost Hollow knows that Mr. Hetfield is no longer aloof, with me and that Morwenna having been close to him. Soon enough, more women will be approaching him."

"Good. I'll transfer the rest of the money to you now. Once you leave this room, we're strangers. If you're smart, you'll keep your mouth shut." "Understood. You pay, I stay silent. Not a word more."

Meanwhile, Morwenna was busy at school, registering parcels, completely unaware of the storm brewing outside.

...

Barclay couldn't shake off his guilt. He never suspected Adelaide of tricking him, genuinely believing he had accidentally hurt Jethro. Sure, he wanted

to give Jethro a piece of his mind, but Jethro was Adelaide's brother. It never crossed his mind to actually harm him.

Feeling remorseful, Barclay reached out to Fletcher.

"Fletcher, could you check on someone at the hospital for me?"

"What's the matter now? What have you done this time?"

"It's nothing big, just had a little scuffle with Jethro. Got carried away and might've hurt him more than intended."

"Man, when will you ever learn? I've told you, don't go picking fights like Stuart. You don't have the knack to smooth things over after."

Barclay felt a twinge of embarrassment remembering how Morwenna had dunked him into the water, snapping him out of his Stuart-inspired recklessness.

He couldn't quite master that carefree brutality.

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"This time, it wasn't me looking for trouble," Barclay confessed, a bit sheepishly. It's Jethro. The guy's got less sense than he has skills, always stirring up trouble, especially with Morwenna. And Morwenna, she's practically one of Stuart's crew. Does he really think he stands a chance?"

Fletcher's eyes narrowed, a sly glint appearing. "Is that so? I'll check on him."

"Thanks, Fletcher. I must've kicked him five or six times. If it's as bad as all that, I'll make sure to aim elsewhere next time."

After hanging up, Fletcher immediately headed to the hospital, following the address Barclay had given him.

He had planned to maybe swing by in a day or two, but with Morwenna involved, he found himself far more invested.

Arriving at the hospital before Adelaide had returned, Fletcher was greeted by Violet.

"Mrs. Thompson, good evening. I'm here to check on Jethro's injuries."

Violet recognized Fletcher, aware of his medical prowess, and assumed Adelaide had sent him. "Dr. Vaughn, please, come in. The doctors here have done their checks. They say he needs surgery soon."

Fletcher offered a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, Mrs. Thompson. With today's medical advances, we can mend almost anything. Let me take a look first."

Violet stepped aside, her anxiety temporarily eased by Fletcher's confidence. She would've done anything for a skilled doctor at that moment.

Fletcher approached Jethro, lifting his shirt to inspect the abdominal injuries, his keen eyes narrowing.

After a thorough examination, it was clear that the damage couldn't have been caused by just five or six kicks.

Barclay wouldn't lie to him.

So, how did Jethro really get hurt?