How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Suddenly, Barclay's gaze met Fletcher's, sending a shiver down Fletcher's spine. He quickly shook off his wild thoughts, shouting, "Right, right, Fletcher, you handle the surgery, and I'll cover the medical

expenses!"

So much for tenderness-it was all an illusion!

Fletcher's look was as if he was a fox plotting something sinister!

Fletcher agreed to perform the surgery.

In the hospital room stood Barclay and Morwenna, with Violet barely holding back.

At this moment, her son's life was the priority. Everything else could wait.

Fletcher quickly got ready, and Jethro was wheeled into the surgery room.

Violet followed as far as the surgery room door, looking on helplessly as her son was taken inside.

Morwenna and Barclay didn't leave either.

Morwenna had promised to wait for Fletcher, and Barclay decided to stay with Morwenna.

Violet glared at the two of them but didn't do anything.

At this time, she couldn't take on both of them.

If she caused a scene and disturbed the operating room, she was afraid it would affect her son's surgery.

Sitting in a chair outside the surgery room, Violet finally had a moment to call Adelaide.

She dialed the number, only to find it was turned off.

Violet cursed under her breath, "Daring to turn off your phone at a time like this, wait till I get back to deal with you."

Meanwhile, Adelaide was at Hetfield's Homestead.

She sneakily positioned herself out of the kitchen's surveillance cameras, made a fruit and vegetable smoothie, and slipped some medication into it.

Then, leaving the kitchen, she found a maid and said, "It seems Ms. Winslet made this fruit and vegetable smoothie in the kitchen. Please, take it to Mr. Hetfield in the study."

The maid, without giving it much thought, dutifully carried the smoothie to the study.

Lately, Morwenna had been trying to tackle Stuart's picky eating habits, thinking his temper might be due to a lack of vitamins, and had been preparing him daily fruit and vegetable smoothies. So, when the maid delivered the smoothie to the study, the busy Stuart didn't question it.

Stuart was wary of everyone but never suspected Morwenna.

He took a few sips of the smoothie.

Frowning at the taste, he wondered if Princess had added bitter melon to it. Why was there a bitter taste?

Despite not liking it, Stuart finished the drink in one go.

Adelaide knew Stuart wouldn't have accepted it from her, so she used Morwenna's name, thinking Stuart might sip a bit. But Stuart, trusting Morwenna more than she had expected, drank it all in one gulp. After finishing the drink, Stuart continued his work, wanting to wrap up quickly and join Morwenna.

Was it the air conditioning in the study or something else that made it increasingly stuffy?

Stuart felt a growing irritation as he looked at the pile of documents before him, wishing he could just hold the little guy and deal with this paperwork, which would probably make it less bothersome. The little guy was always well-behaved and not a nuisance.

Sitting for a while longer, Stuart's mind wandered uncontrollably, and he finally realized something was wrong.

He glanced at the empty cup, a shadow of suspicion crossing his eyes.

Someone had drugged him.

But who?

Outside, Adelaide had been waiting for a while.

If Stuart had drunk it, the drug should have started affecting him by now.

It was already 9:30 PM, Norbert had retired for the night, and the younger Hetfields were out and about or engrossed in video games in their rooms. The hall was empty.

Adelaide couldn't wait any longer, biting her lip; she grabbed a plate of fruit and headed upstairs to the study.

If Stuart hadn't drunk it, she could claim she was just delivering fruit.

But if he had, she needed to seize the moment with Stuart.

Adelaide pushed open the door.

Upon entering, she immediately noticed Stuart, breathing heavily, his collar undone, his short hair slightly disheveled, and his Adam's apple moving seductively as he looked up. His usual indifference was now tinged with desire, turning him irresistibly charming.

Adelaide's gaze instinctively moved to the empty cup on the desk, feeling a surge of triumph.