Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 251

Victor Thompson’s hands were pinned behind his back, but that didn’t stop him from lashing out—he kicked Felicity Thompson hard in the shoulder.

“Aaah!”

Felicity crumpled to the floor, pain radiating through her entire body. It felt as if a thousand ants were gnawing at her nerves, electricity snapping down her spine, leaving her desperate for relief.

Victor sucked in a deep breath, clutching his leather belt. He pointed at his daughter and barked at Harrison Vaughn, “Harrison, don’t worry—I won’t go easy on this disgrace! If Damien comes out of this with a broken hand, then you cut off hers. If he can’t walk, then you take her legs!”

Ever since Victor learned that Damien had been in a crash—riding Felicity’s motorcycle, no less—it felt like his world was collapsing. Rather than wait for Harrison to seek revenge for his son and turn their family into targets, Victor decided to take action first, to beat Felicity so thoroughly that Harrison would have nothing left to say.

The officers standing nearby exchanged uneasy glances. What kind of maniac thinks he’s above the law?

“We live in a civilized society,” one officer warned. “I don’t care if you’re Felicity’s father—you can’t just beat her like that, let alone talk about cutting off her hands or feet.”

*

Hospital parking lot.

Daph hopped out of the car, her nerves on edge as she glanced back at Selene Thompson. The fight between Selene and Damien before the accident was still fresh in her mind, and her worry furrowed her brow.

Selene took Daph’s hand gently. “Come on,” she said softly.

They hurried toward the hospital, Daph’s heart pounding in her chest.

At the doors to the operating room, Gemma spotted Selene. Her eyes flashed with anger, looking at Selene as if she’d found the perfect target for her rage. She launched into her, her voice shrill and accusing.

“Selene! What kind of mother are you? Your sister nearly killed my grandson!”

Gemma was shaking, nearly beside herself. “If you hadn’t started that scene at the track, would Damien have stormed off? He got hurt because you—because you were picking on him!”

Selene met her glare with a cold, unreadable expression. Without warning, she grabbed Harrison Vaughn by the collar.

She turned to Daph. “Give me a hand.”

Before he could recover, Selene slammed another bundle of papers into his face.

“These are the reports against Felicity’s online account—complaints about her posting videos of five-year-olds riding motorcycles. Every single report was marked ‘No Violation.’ Pearl, if you’d done your job as a mother, would Harrison have had to play the hero for Felicity?”

“You and your precious son—you’re the ones who pushed your grandson over the edge!”

Gemma’s face broke, as though deep cracks were running through concrete, dust crumbling away.

Selene peeled the papers from Harrison’s face and stared him down, her gaze icy.

“The first time Felicity took Damien out riding, why didn’t you stop her? When Felicity posted those videos and the public reported her, you were right there, cleaning up her mess. You’re not fit to be a father. Maybe that’s why fate’s taking your children away.”

Harrison’s eyes widened in horror, a cold, suffocating fear washing over him.

At that moment, the light above the operating room door flicked off. The doors began to open…