Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 248

Harrison didn’t even glance at him; his proud, icy gaze remained fixed on Selene.

“I’ll cover the repairs for Solarius.”

For Harrison, if a problem could be solved with money, it didn’t even register as a real problem.

Selene looked at him and asked, “She’s taken a five-year-old out on a motorcycle, more than once. Didn’t that ever worry you?”

He frowned, his expression hard. “And who exactly are you, to be so concerned about my son?”

Selene let out a cold, humorless laugh.

Harrison pressed on. “You just scared Dames off with your little lecture, and now only Felicity bothered to go after him. I trust Felicity’s riding skills.”

His tone shifted, growing even colder as he turned fully to Selene.

“But you—every time something happens, you blow it all out of proportion, call the police, and act like the world owes you something. Does it really make you feel any better if everyone thinks you’re the victim?”

Selene was about to retort when a sudden jolt of anxiety slammed into her, as if she’d been physically struck. Her limbs seized up, her mind went blank, and a piercing ringing drowned out every voice around her.

Carmel rushed over, catching Selene by the arm and easing her down gently, letting Selene lean against her shoulder.

Adrian’s expression darkened; he shot Carmel a quick glance, his eyes growing even frostier.

He turned away, noticing a flicker of discomfort on Harrison’s face.

Luke Holloway joined them, openly showing concern for Selene.

“Selene! Are you okay?”

With Carmel’s steadying presence, Selene slowly regained her composure, only then realizing she was clutching her chest.

She shook her head at Carmel. “I’m fine. It’s probably just the stress from earlier in the car.”

The sun was shining, the day bright and clear, but Selene couldn’t shake the creeping sense that something was terribly wrong.

*

Thank God for her racing suit—the reinforced padding had absorbed some of the impact, sparing her from worse.

Still, pain radiated through her as she screamed, her voice raw and desperate. She heard footsteps—traffic cops sprinting past her.

Felicity turned her head and saw the officers all gathered around Dames.

“Call an ambulance, now!”

She rolled over, scrambling on hands and knees, dragging herself toward Dames.

“Dames, can you hear me? Are you okay?”

No answer.

Panic seized her, draining all color from her face and lips.

“Dames, please—don’t do this to me!”