Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 250

The moment Gemma saw the critical condition notice, her mouth fell open and her pupils shrank in shock.

Her entire body went rigid, and she staggered backward, stiff as a board.

The family driver, who had come with her, rushed to catch her before she could collapse.

Harrison strode forward, snatching the medical form from the police officer’s hand.

“How did it get this bad?” he demanded.

The officer bristled at his tone. Clearly, Harrison already knew that Felicity had taken a five-year-old on a motorcycle. What shocked him was the severity of his son’s injuries.

The officer’s voice was sharp. “Felicity was speeding down Riverside Road at over sixty miles an hour—with your five-year-old son as her passenger. As his father, where were you? Why weren’t you taking care of him?”

“Harrison!”

Felicity hobbled over, leaning heavily on a crutch, with several adhesive bandages stuck to her face.

Tears streaming down her cheeks, she wailed, “Harrison, you have to sue the police department! It’s all their fault—they set up a roadblock out of nowhere. If they hadn’t done that, Dames and I would never have crashed!”

The officer’s patience snapped. “Ms. Felicity, the roadblock was at a side street, and our officers signaled you to slow down a hundred yards in advance. You were speeding in a thirty-five zone. You’re fully responsible for this accident!”

Before he finished, Gemma lunged forward and slapped Felicity hard across the face.

The crack of the slap echoed through the hospital corridor. Still furious, Gemma grabbed her designer handbag and brought it down on Felicity’s head.

Caught completely off guard, Felicity reeled from the blow, losing her balance.

She crashed to the floor, but before she could even cry out, Gemma struck her again with the bag, even harder this time.

The officer hurried to intervene. “Ma’am, please! You need to calm down!”

“Calm down?” Gemma’s voice was raw, torn from her throat. “My grandson is in surgery right now! How am I supposed to calm down?”

She glared at Felicity, her face twisted in rage. “Felicity, I’ll kill you! If anything happens to my grandson, I swear you’ll go with him!”

Felicity cowered, clutching her head, scooting across the floor in a desperate attempt to escape, but Gemma pursued her relentlessly.

Just then, Victor Thompson stormed into the hospital. Seeing his daughter being attacked, he marched over and kicked Felicity squarely in the back.

Felicity screamed and collapsed, pain radiating through her body.

Before she could catch her breath, Victor ripped off his belt and brought it down across Felicity’s back.

Her cries were hoarse, almost inhuman. “You worthless brat! I should have left you on the doorstep the day you were born! How did I end up with a daughter like you?”

After being admitted for a full examination, Felicity had changed out of her racing suit into nothing but a thin, tight-fitting shirt. The belt lashed her exposed skin, splitting the fabric and leaving welts that bled almost instantly.

Victor’s blows didn’t stop, and neither did Gemma’s. The two of them seemed possessed, raining their anger down on Felicity together.

The officer couldn’t stand it any longer. At that moment, the detective assigned to Felicity’s case arrived, followed by several more officers.

“What on earth do you think you’re doing?” he barked.

It took three officers to pull Victor and Gemma away from Felicity at last.