How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Stuart was seething with a barely controlled fury, his voice a forced whisper as he tried to calm himself. "I'm not blaming you. There's just a better way, less painful." Morwenna shook her head, her voice steady, "It's okay. I'm not afraid of pain. Anesthetics don't work on me anyway. Better a short agony than a long one."

"What? Anesthetics don't work on you!" Fletcher exclaimed in shock.

"Yeah, remember when I tumbled down that hill? I had to grit my teeth and bear it. Painkillers don't touch me unless it's enough to knock me out cold." Both Stuart and Fletcher were visibly shaken.

Morwenna managed a weak smile, "Don't worry, I'm used to it. Really, pain doesn't scare me."

She tried to reassure them with her smile, but the blood smeared across her face only highlighted her radiance.

Fletcher, lost in thought, stared at her. She lit up like the sun.

Unable to bear the sight any longer, Fletcher diverted his gaze. "I... I'll go get the splint."

He hurried out of the room.

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a towel, and dabbed it

she had knocked someone out with her forehead, which was now split open, bleeding down her face and matting her eyelashes,

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