How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Chapter 291

But at the end of the day, Adelaide stayed.

Her face was a canvas of spite as she thought about Stuart, convinced that a man like him would never lower himself to explain anything to a woman. She was eager to see Morwenna's reaction when she found out Adelaide was sticking around.

Picking up her phone, its screen shattered from a previous fit of rage, Adelaide lethargically made her way to the hospital.

After asking around, she found Jethro's room. No sooner had she pushed open the door than she was met with a slap across the face.

Adelaide, whose health had been declining ever since she went abroad, coupled with her constant bitterness, fell to the ground from the force of the slap.

Violet, furious, berated her: “You’ve been off that plane for three hours! Your brother is lying here injured, and you didn’t think to visit him first?”

Instead of going straight to Stuart, Adelaide had sought out Morwenna, neglecting to even contact Stuart upon her return. However, she couldn't admit that now. Holding her cheek, she played the victim: “Mom, I went to see Stuart first. I knew how badly Jethro was hurt and thought Stuart could help find the best doctor.”

Hearing this, Violet’s demeanor softened slightly: “At least you have some sense. Did you find a suitable doctor?”

Adelaide seethed internally but showed no sign of it, replying softly, “Stuart was busy. I’ll see him once he’s free.”

Violet’s expression soured again: “Men’s excuses about being busy are never trustworthy. You’ve only been abroad for a few days, and now you can’t even see him. I told you to stay close to Stuart, but you insisted on going abroad for your health. What was there to fix? You’re fine as you are.”

Adelaide had long since seen through her family’s true colors. In their eyes, only Jethro, the heir, mattered. She was just a stepping stone to make his life better.

If she held value, they treated her slightly better. Without any, the Gallaghers wouldn’t hesitate to discard her. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Stung by Violet’s words, Adelaide stood up abruptly and charged headfirst into the hospital wall.

Violet, shocked, quickly intercepted her: “Are you mad? What are you trying to do?”

Weak and frail, Adelaide was easily stopped. She burst into tears: “I don’t want to be a burden. I know I’m just dragging the family down, useless. I might as well be dead.”

Violet’s expression fluctuated with guilt and frustration. She had often lashed out at Adelaide, especially when Adelaide was bringing benefits to the Gallaghers by being with Stuart. But Adelaide had never dared to speak of death before.

Death was not an option; Adelaide was still valuable to the Gallaghers.

Suppressing her anger, Violet softened her tone: “I was harsh, but with everything going on, we can’t have you causing more trouble.”

Crying, Adelaide threw herself into Violet’s arms.

Violet patted her back, sighing, “There, there, don’t cry. Your return is timely; you can give your mother a hand. Also, I heard that it was that Barclay who hit your brother. Barclay used to do whatever you told him, right?”

Adelaide looked up at Violet through tear-stained eyes.

Violet’s tone darkened: “The Gallaghers can’t let this go unchallenged. Since Barclay used to listen to you, go to him. Have him compensate us first. Once we get the money, we’ll find someone to take him down.”