How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Chapter 159

Someone continued to open the capsules, reading in a strange and affected tone.

Everyone genuinely laughed, mocking, teasing and amusing with disparaging laughter.

To them, Morwenna's heartfelt wishes were a source of entertainment.

Morwenna turned stern and didn’t find anything funny about it. She hoped Stuart would have a stable and peaceful life. Her wishes were sincere.

She felt it was a pity that the gift was broken.

The glass jars were beautiful, but wooden or metal boxes would have been safer.

Stuart seemed indifferent to such a heartfelt gift, and she couldn’t afford anything fancier.

Morwenna felt a bit downhearted as she crouched to gather the scattered capsules. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

As another person began to read aloud, Morwenna spoke up, “That’s mine, please don’t touch.”

Her expression was severe, as if she was holding back anger.

Today was Stuart’s birthday and she was trying her best to keep her hands to herself.

But it seemed like no one heard her. It was a rare kind of spectacle, reminiscent of when students would read others’ love letters out loud for laughs.

Suddenly, Morwenna stood up and pushed away a man with green hair named Jethro.

He had not only read aloud but had carelessly tossed the capsules aside.

After pushing him away, Morwenna said coldly, “I told you. Don’t touch my things.”

Jethro, infuriated, got up and stepped on some capsules.

This woman had forced Adelaide abroad, and his life had worsened since then. He couldn’t hold back his resentment anymore.

Morwenna was furious now. She walked over and kicked Jethro down, then started throwing punches.

She had held back for a long time. These people were really too much.

They shouldn't have hurt her!

Everyone froze at the scene. No one expected that Morwenna would dare to hit someone at such an event.

It took a while before someone reacted and stepped forward to pull her away.

After a few punches, Morwenna stopped, not intending to really hurt anyone.

“How could you hit someone? Have you no manners?”

“Yeah, how dare you? A yokel from the countryside. Everyone here comes from a distinguished background. What if you had seriously hurt someone?”

Barclay, usually quite outspoken, stayed silent this time.

He thought Morwenna hitting someone was nothing new. He had been hit before, and so did Stuart. It was just another fight, nothing surprising.

Morwenna, unafraid, faced everyone and said, “I don’t know what your idea of manners is, but I’m sure it doesn’t include making fun of others’ belongings.”

The mocking voices halted.

Morwenna crouched down to continue collecting the capsules, perhaps suppressing her anger, and accidentally cut her finger on a glass shard.

Just then, she heard Stuart’s voice, “Zoe, clean this up.”

Morwenna stopped in her tracks.

Zoe came over, unaware of what had happened, and began sweeping the capsules and glass together.

Morwenna looked up at Stuart. She was incredulous.

Even if Stuart didn’t like the birthday gift, he shouldn’t trample on her feelings and treat everything like trash.

She said to Stuart, “I thought about and wrote each wish with care.”

Stuart indifferently replied, “Go clean your hands and get ready for dinner.”

At the sight of this, others felt that Stuart’s attitude towards Morwenna was rather dismissive, especially compared to how he had treated Adelaide in the past.