How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

"What's up?" Thelma growled, her patience clearly running thin.

"I need you to get me something... a drug that messes with the mind. You're always hanging around those shady bars; you must know where to find it."

"You... you're planning to drug Mr. Hetfield?"

"That's none of your business! I know you've got connections. Getting your hands on some drugs should be easy peasy for you. I'm offering a million bucks, with one condition - keep this between us. If anyone finds out, you'll say you bought it for yourself. I won't be dragged into it."

Thelma clenched her teeth. "Make it two million!"

Adelaide frowned. "You're asking for the moon!"

It's not like Adelaide's money came from the sky. She had wheedled ten million out of Barclay before, but being accustomed to a lavish lifestyle and always opting for the finer things had quickly dwindled her funds by two million.

With only a couple million left, she wouldn't even be considering this deal if she wasn't afraid of getting caught.

Thelma's smile shook like leaves in the wind. "Ms. Gallagher, you have no idea. Last time I followed your advice and messed with Mr. Hetfield, I nearly ended up six feet under. We're small fry compared to you high and mighty folks. All we can do is scramble for whatever scraps we can get. To the Gallaghers, a million bucks is just chump change, right?"

Adelaide could see the disdain Thelma had for her.

These so-called socialites, all grace and elegance on the surface, but dabbling in shady dealings behind closed doors, were no different from women like her.

What right did they have to look down on her?

Adelaide was silent for a moment before gritting her teeth. "Fine, two million."

"Ms. Gallagher, that's the spirit. When do you need it?"

"The sooner, the better."

"Give me two hours! I'll have it with you in two hours."

"If anyone finds out..."

"Don't sweat it. I'm doing this for the money. Even if it gets out, it'll all be on me, Thelma, the disgraceful one, using it for personal reasons. It'll have nothing to do with a pristine lady like you, Ms. Gallagher. I'm off."

Adelaide's eyebrow twitched.

A barfly, mocking her, saying she was disgraceful.

During the years she spent by Stuart's side, every major family had shown her respect. She had never been ridiculed like this before.

She would have Stuart!

Only by getting Stuart could she ascend above them all, ensuring no one would dare look down on her again!

Hetfield Homestead.

That afternoon, Norbert and

were huddled in the

kitchen, working on somethingNôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

secretive and not letting Stuart anywhere near.

Dealing with the only two people in the world Stuart could barely stand up against, he found himself at a loss.

Dinner revealed a table full of dishes Stuart couldn't stand.

Norbert said cheerfully, "Stuart, why aren't you eating? Don't just sit there, dig in."

Morwenna, joined in, "Yeah, Stuart, you're not a kid anymore. No more picky eating. Pork knuckle, tender and savory, and what's wrong with liver or bitter gourd? It's supposed to be bitter, not sweet."

Stuart didn't budge.

Norbert winked at Morwenna, who nodded, then tried to feed Stuart a piece of bitter gourd. "Come on, open wide, ah!"

It was exactly how Stuart used to feed Morwenna, mimicking his tone.

Norbert watched, barely holding back his laughter.

Under Morwenna's expectant gaze Stuart reluctantly opened his mouth and ate the bitter gourd, grimacing at the bitterness, almost spitting it out.

Quick as a flash, Morwenna covered his mouth. "Oh no, you can't spit it out. Don't waste food!"

Norbert couldn't help but laugh.

When Adelaide returned, she was met with this heartwarming scene.