How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

At this moment, Adelaide was in the hospital, looking after Jethro Gallagher like a devoted big sister. Jethro's surgery had been successful, but he would be confined to his hospital bed for six months and currently needed an oxygen mask, rendering him unable to speak.

Seeing Rose approaching, Adelaide greeted her warmly, "Rose, what brings you here?"

Miss Rose, accustomed to a life of privilege, had not always seen eye to eye with Adelaide, whom she regarded as a wallflower. However, this time, Rose's demeanor had softened considerably. "Adelaide, I came to check on you. I heard about your brother getting hurt over Morwenna. My brother went too far by not punishing Morwenna and that Barclay."

Adelaide, with a slight bow of her head, exuded a delicate vulnerability. "It's not their fault. My brother's temper got the best of him. Thank you for coming to see me, Rose."

Suddenly, Rose said, "Actually, there's another reason for my visit. My little sister's piano exam is coming up, and I know you're an excellent pianist, Adelaide. I was hoping to invite you to stay at our family estate for a few days to give her some lessons."

"This... I don't think Norbert Hetfield and Stuart would agree," Adelaide hesitated.

"Don't worry about it. I'm just asking you to teach my sister for a few days. I'm sure they won't be unreasonable. Besides, you once saved my cousin's life. Even if he's heartless, he wouldn't be too harsh on you," Rose persuaded.

Adelaide seemed reluctant, worrying, "But I need to take care of my brother."

Violet, who was nearby fetching water, quickly interjected, "I can look after your brother, Adelaide. You go with Rose. Your piano skills have won international awards; go and share your talent."

Adelaide understood the situation. Her mother, always eager to leverage her daughter for the Gallagher family's prosperity, would certainly support this.

Rose hooked her arm around Adelaide's, smiling, "Let's go, Adelaide. Oh, and Morwenna is back today, and my cousin is at home too. Let's not disturb them." "Alright!"

Upstairs at the Hetfield Homestead.

In front of everyone, Stuart swept Morwenna into his arms and carried her upstairs. Morwenna offered no resistance, seemingly accustomed to Stuart's embrace.

Once upstairs, Morwenna insisted on taking a shower.

"Princess, have you been drinking?" Stuart realized belatedly.

Morwenna had a low tolerance for alcohol. After a single sip of their grandfather's drink last time, she had been completely out of it. Although it was just fruit wine today, it was still too much for Morwenna. Clutching a pillow, she tilted her head adorably, "No, I just accidentally drank a few sips of your juice."

Stuart paused, holding the medicine kit. Really drunk? What would Morwenna be like drunk? Would she, like last time, want to kiss him? Stuart felt a shameful flutter of anticipation and bit his lip to regain composure. "Bathing while drunk can make you even more intoxicated."

Morwenna shook her head vehemently, "No, I need to take a bath."

Morwenna was meticulous about hygiene, insisting on her routines even when intoxicated.

Stuart had no choice but to let her take her bath while he took a cold shower to cool down.

Returning with the medicine kit, Stuart found Morwenna in a white nightgown, clutching a pillow on the bed, her cheeks flushed, her gaze unfocused.

Approaching, he carefully applied medicine to Morwenna's wrist. As he tended to the red marks and traced the scar in her palm, Stuart's expression darkened.

Morwenna seemed always to get hurt around him. He had hurt her in his uncontrollable moments, during his schemes of playing the hero, and even when she had rushed into a kidnapping scene to protect him, ending up injured herself.