How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

She hurriedly stepped aside, her voice filled with desperation, "Dr. Vaughn, please, save my son. I'm begging you, you must save him!"

The alarm had sent nurses and the attending doctor rushing to the scene. Under Dr. Vaughn's direction, they coordinated the emergency response.

Barclay stood by, his fists clenched, watching the scene unfold. How did things get to this point? Was Jethro's life truly in danger? All he did was throw a few kicks, and even though he had put his full strength behind them, it shouldn't have caused serious harm. After all, he hadn't used that much force; he just wanted to teach Jethro a lesson.

When Morwenna arrived, the chaos inside the room was the first thing she noticed, with Barclay standing aside, seemingly lost. She had thought Adelaide was just exaggerating to scare her. After all, with her own brother fighting for his life, how could Adelaide have time for jealousy?

But the sight of the ongoing resuscitation told Morwenna that Jethro's situation was indeed dire. Frowning, Morwenna approached the only person not involved in the immediate chaos, Barclay, and asked, "What's going on? How did it get this bad?"

Fighting had never been an issue for Morwenna. Growing up as an orphan, she had to fend off the mischievous kids around her; she couldn't just take it lying down. Constantly enduring only emboldened the bullies. So, when the occasion called for it, Morwenna didn't shy away from a fight. But, mindful of the cost of medical expenses, she always made sure to hold back.

She had watched Barclay kick Jethro that day and, by her judgment, those kicks shouldn't have caused any serious issues. In fact, she had even snuck in a kick herself.

Seeing Morwenna, Barclay finally snapped out of his daze, frowning, "What are you doing here? This is on me, not you. You should leave!" He was worried that once Jethro's mother regained her composure, she might take her anger out on Morwenna.

Barclay was never one to mince words with Morwenna, but she knew his harshness was his way of showing concern. She didn't take offense. Of course, she wasn't going to leave, but she was puzzled. "Was Jethro already sick? Our kicks alone couldn't have done this."

Barclay remembered what Dr. Vaughn had mentioned earlier, that Jethro's real injuries weren't caused by them, and it might involve Adelaide. He had kept this to himself until now. As Morwenna inquired, he hesitated, wanting to say more but feeling it wasn't the right time.

The two fell silent, watching the ongoing emergency procedure. After several tense minutes, Dr. Vaughn emerged, his expression grave. "The patient requires immediate surgery. Any further delay, and even if the surgery is successful, he'll spend the rest of his life bedridden."

Morwenna and Barclay were taken aback by the severity of the situation. "Oh, my boy! What are we going to do? I... I'll call Adelaide right away, get her to bring the doctor she mentioned," Violet cried out. Before she could dial, her sobs intensified, "God! The lead surgeon is abroad, hasn't arrived yet! It's too late to call!"

In her despair, Violet's eyes landed on the calm figure of Dr. Vaughn. She quickly realized that the best doctor was already here; there was no need to wait for someone from abroad. With tears in her eyes, she grabbed Dr. Vaughn's arm as if clinging to a lifeline. "Dr. Vaughn, I know you're an excellent surgeon. You can save my son! You're Adelaide's friend, you have to save him today!"