How the Ice king Became my Doting Billionaire Husband (Darlin )

Chapter 252 

Loma stood with her arms crossed, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth as she watched the unfolding drama with Morwenna. 

She had only agreed to accompany Morwenna in search of Keira, not to intervene on her behalf. 

Suddenly, Morwenna grabbed the bespectacled girl by the collar, her voice icy cold, “I’ve heard Keira’s been picked on, and it seems like you’re aware. Does that make you part of it?” 

Spending too much time with Stuart had rubbed off on Morwenna, even her angry tone mirrored his. 

The bespectacled girl was taken aback. 

Loma raised an eyebrow slightly, reminded of the fiery Morwenna she had clashed with before. 

Scared yet infuriated, the girl regained her confidence thinking of her own backing and sneered, “Who do you think you are? Just a freshman. How dare you talk to a senior like that? Do you even know who’s got my back? Keira’s nobody, a pushover.” 

Morwenna’s expression darkened. 

Misreading Morwenna’s silence for fear, the girl grew more arrogant, “Let go of me now, or you’ll regret it. Keira’s probably drinking from. the toilets right now, haha.” 

Morwenna acted swiftly, twisting the girl’s arm behind her back, her voice as cold as ice, “Take me to Keira.” 

The girl screamed, never having expected Morwenna to actually get physical. 

Pale and trembling, she stammered, “Y–you… What gives you the right? You’ll be sorry. I’ll make sure you’re kicked out of Rosefrost University.” 

Undeterred, Morwenna kicked her in the leg, calmly demanding, “Lead the way to Keira. Now.” 

Realizing she couldn’t resist, the girl stuttered, “Okay, okay, I’ll take you to her!” 

Knowing when to fold was a sign of wisdom. Better to lead them to Keira and let Sandra and the others handle it. What could a mere freshman do, after all? 

Grimacing with pain, the bespectacled girl led the way, Morwenna following silently, with Lorna, finding Morwenna’s fiery spirit amusing, tagging along. 

Meanwhile, in the washroom next to the sophomore building, the door was locked tight in the middle of the day. 

Inside, Keira bore fresh bruises on her arms. 

A woman in a black crop top yanked her hair back, “You think you can stand up to us now, huh? Let go! What’s that you’re holding? Hand 

it over!” 

Keira clung to her hand, tears streaming down her face despite the pain, refusing to let go. 

The woman, infuriated by Keira’s defiance, commanded, “You two, pry her fingers open. Let’s see what treasure the Phillips family’s disgrace is hiding.” 

Pinned to the ground, her hair pulled tight, Keira couldn’t resist as her fist was forcibly opened, not to reveal any jewelry, but a simple knitted hair clip. 

Furious at what she deemed a trick, the woman threw the hair clip to the floor and stomped on it, “What trash! You think you can fool 

me?” 

The moment the hair clip was taken, Keira began to struggle frantically. She screamed, “Sandra Roberts! I’ve given you everything valuable I had. If you want money, take my allowance next month too. Just give that back to me!” 

Keira’s cries tore through the air, raw and heart–wrenching,