How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

As Morwenna saw someone harassing Mrs. White, the nearby vendors quickly gathered around.

"What's going on here? What's everyone doing?"

"Can't we talk this out? Why resort to violence?"

"If you lay another hand on her, we're calling the cops."

More and more people crowded around, and a few men glanced at the ruined fish shop, exchanging looks before deciding, "Let's go."

The aggressors left.

Morwenna turned to help Mrs. White stand up but noticed her pale face and labored breathing.

"Mrs. White, are you okay?" Morwenna exclaimed in concern.

A woman from the next shop hurried over, "It looks like she's having an episode. Where's her medication?".

Mrs. White managed to gasp. "I ran out." she murmured.

The crowd gasped, immediately thrown into a flurry of worry.

no, shouldn't we call an ambulance

called one, but it'll take

to turn out bad,

White's ghastly pale face. Biting her lip, she carried Mrs. White

and petite, while Mrs. White carried a bit

their shapes made onlookers worried

man immediately said, "Morwenna, where are

her back and explained, "The market streets are too narrow for the ambulance to get through. I'm taking Mrs. White to the Windcharm Villas entrance. It'll be faster that way." "Why don't you let me carry

today, and could you keep an eye on the shop

had sped

reached

a woman over a hundred and forty pounds and running was

Morwenna's slender back, Mrs. White listened to her slightly heavy breathing. Her feelings were

that moment, a familiar car

but the

sweat-drenched Morwenna, frowning. What was

to kick another while they're

should help her when she needed help, even if the trouble was his doing. Stuart offered bluntly, "Get in. Where are

eyes lit up.