How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Tensions were about to boil over.

Adelaide was itching for a showdown, hoping Stuart would teach Morwenna a lesson.

However, Stuart, usually cold and reckless, managed to keep his temper in check and demanded icily, “Call your manager over.”

A sales associate hurried upstairs and fetched the manager.

Stuart cut straight to the chase, “Who delivered her gown?”

Not wanting to offend Stuart, the manager quickly replied, “Mr. Hetfield, Ms. Winslet's gown was sent by your grandfather.”

Stuart shifted his aura subtly, raising his eyebrows slightly.

Upon hearing this, Morwenna softened her expression. It was Norbert after all.

Norbert must have worried she wouldn’t have a gown for the gala and had arranged everything for her.

Morwenna perked up instantly, looking like a child receiving a gift from a beloved elder.

But the gift was too lavish and she felt undeserving.

Meanwhile, Adelaide was nearly sick with anger.

Her face darkened as she snapped one of her long nails.

She had thought Morwenna shamelessly clung to a sugar daddy.

How could it be Norbert who sent the gown?

Why would Norbert send such an expensive gown to a mere maid?

Adelaide was completely distraught.

She suddenly pulled a woman from behind her.

“Stuart, there was a little incident today between Jemima and Ms. Winslet. Ms. Winslet kicked Jemima who has been complaining of stomach pain. As for attending the gala tonight, what if Norbert saw her like this?”

The woman in the black dress, with a footprint clearly visible, shyly called out, “Stuart.”

Morwenna also looked over.

The girl had lost all her earlier arrogance in front of Stuart.

Adelaide continued, “It’s true. Jemima and her friends started it. They’re just kids and can be rude, but Ms. Winslet shouldn’t have retaliated so harshly. Maybe we should send Jemima home.” RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Stuart was growing impatient.

What unnecessary drama over nothing!

Jemima was Fletcher’s younger sister.

Thus, Stuart was a bit more patient with her than he would be with others.

Stuart turned to Morwenna, “Why did you hit her?”

The kick to Jemima and another girl's hair had been cut all pointed to Morwenna.

When Stuart asked, Adelaide smugly watched Morwenna, feeling like they were on one side and Morwenna on the other.

A bitter feeling swelled up in Morwenna's heart. Didn't Stuart trust her?

She had been moderate in her actions, only enough to cause pain, not internal injury.

Stuart didn’t even ask what had happened and had taken Adelaide’s word for it, questioning why she hit someone.

Morwenna dimmed her eyes as she looked into Stuart’s eyes and softly said, “Stuart, you said it’s okay to fight back if I’m bullied.”

Stuart paused, his gaze landing on Jemima, “I’m only asking once. Did Morwenna bully you?”

Jemima, on the verge of tears and nervous, understood Adelaide’s signals but was too afraid to lie. She stuttered, “No, it was us who started it. She was just defending herself.”

Adelaide internally cursed their ineptitude.

Hearing this, Stuart got the gist of what had happened and scolded, “Stop causing trouble outside. Get yourself home.”

“Yes, I’m going,” Jemima bolted, not at all looking like someone with a stomach ache.

Adelaide hadn’t expected the situation to be dismissed so lightly.

Even if Morwenna had acted in self-defense, the person she hit was Fletcher’s sister.

She had tried her best to keep Morwenna from attending the gala.