How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

By the time breakfast rolled around, Stuart had yet to ask a single question about her brother's condition. All he seemed to care about was Morwenna's apparent lack of appetite. Adelaide quickly composed herself, feeling a tad embarrassed as she apologized, "Sorry, my hand slipped and I broke the chopsticks."

Norbert frowned, "The Gallagher family should really brush up on their table manners."

Being a stickler for rules, Norbert had only ever relaxed the 'no talking while eating' rule at the table for Morwenna's sake. He couldn't stand the sight of someone breaking chopsticks during a meal. He was aware that Adelaide was green with envy over Stuart's affection for Wenna, but in his eyes, manners were manners.

Of course, if Morwenna had been the one to break the chopsticks, Norbert would've only been concerned if she had hurt her hand. Favoritism? Absolutely. Protective? Without a doubt. Adelaide's face turned pale, her voice quivering, "I'm sorry, it won't happen again." Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Rose was genuinely worried Adelaide might faint from the stress and quickly instructed the maid, "Hurry and get another pair of chopsticks, will you?" After all, it was she who had invited Adelaide over. It would be quite the mishap if Morwenna wasn't upset but Adelaide ended up making a scene.

Meanwhile, Morwenna hardly noticed Adelaide's predicament, her mind racing about the million-dollar question. She unconsciously clutched at Stuart's sleeve, seeking comfort. This unintentional show of dependence was pleasing to Stuart.

a good mood, he continued feeding her,

spoonful of bird's

then reassured, "Don't worry, he won't

so much. I feel responsible... I didn't expect things to turn out this way. I usually know my own strength, it's mostly just bruises.

take a look. It shouldn't cost us

you sure that'll be

if Fletcher operates, it'll just be a bit of a hassle, no need to spend much." Hearing that it wouldn't

only expense; medication could cost a fortune too. But nobody dared to call

feed her, the weight on Morwenna's shoulders lifted, improving her

counting calories and restraining themselves. Not Morwenna. If she was going to eat, she'd eat her fill.