How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Fletcher narrowed his eyes, a sly glint playing at their corners. To most, Fletcher seemed gentle, easy to approach, the kind of guy who could easily be friends with someone like Stuart. But Fletcher was anything but simple to deal with. Not even his parents could boss him around, so where did this guy get off thinking he could?

And Fletcher particularly despised anyone tugging at his clothes.

Out of seemingly nowhere, Fletcher produced a scalpel, its blade catching the light in a dangerous shimmer. With a faint smile still dancing in his fox-like eyes, he slowly brought the scalpel towards Violet's hand, which was clutching at his shirt.

Startled, Violet quickly let go.

Who in their right mind, Fletcher thought, carries a scalpel around and flashes a smile while ready to use it at the drop of a hat? Certainly not your average Joe.

Violet could sense Fletcher's cold indifference and realized bringing up Adelaide as leverage was futile. Her gaze turned to her son, writhing in agony on the hospital bed, the doctors bustling around cluelessly, unable to help.

Violet understood only

in desperation. "Dr. Vaughn, please, I beg of you, save my son. He's all I've got. Whatever you ask, money, anything, I'll find a way. Please, show us

veiled in gentleness when his eyes caught Morwenna standing beside Barclay. His hand stiffened momentarily before he

grudges despite the Gallagher family's notorious reputation, stepped forward with concern. "Dr. Vaughn, can

condition was partly her and Barclay's fault, and she couldn't

promptly, his tone distinctly more accommodating than his dismissive

sake, paused, taken aback by Fletcher's cordial response. It seemed the bond between Fletcher and Stuart ran deep,

eyes brightened as she earnestly requested, "Dr.

was planning on saving a life today anyway," Fletcher said, with

in disbelief; Fletcher had been noncommittal all the way