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 Fletcher could

knees in front of Fletcher, her head bowed in desperation. "Dr. Vaughn, please, I beg of you, save my son. He's all

when his eyes caught Morwenna standing beside Barclay. His hand stiffened momentarily before

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

of spite; Jethro's critical condition was partly her and Barclay's fault, and she couldn't bear the thought of someone dying because of

tone distinctly more

It seemed the

Fletcher's assurance, Morwenna's eyes brightened as she earnestly

planning on saving a life today anyway,"

stared in disbelief; Fletcher had been noncommittal all the way here, agreeing only to take a