Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 252

Gemma spun around at the sound, worry etched across her face.

Daph instantly let go of Harrison’s tie, her hand dropping limply by her side.

Without hesitation, she hurried down the hall, only to see a team of nurses pushing a rolling hospital bed out of the operating room.

Daph froze in her tracks. Her entire body went rigid, rooted to the spot.

Her dark, wide eyes fixed on the figure lying motionless on the bed—Dames.

He was unconscious, face half-hidden behind an oxygen mask. His head, arms, and legs were swathed in endless layers of gauze and bandages.

For a moment, Daph hardly recognized him.

She had never seen Dames like this before. Panic crashed over her in a suffocating wave, as if an enormous invisible hand had clamped over her mouth. Her small frame trembled uncontrollably.

Tubes snaked out from Dames’s body, while a nurse walked alongside, holding an IV bag aloft.

Selene stood by, too numb to even look away.

It felt as though a red-hot needle had pierced her heart. Her blood seemed to sizzle and evaporate into smoke, as if every ounce of hope and vitality had been sucked from the room.

Gemma took in the sight of Dames and let out a wail of utter despair.

A group of doctors filed out of the operating room behind the bed—among them was Clayton Thompson.

Dames’s lead surgeon was a legend at Metropolitan General Hospital. He recognized Harrison immediately and stepped forward. “We’ve finished Damien’s emergency surgery. Now, he needs to be monitored in intensive care for the next 48 hours.”

Harrison’s voice was tight. “How is my son, really?”

The surgeon didn’t sugarcoat it. “It’s not good. Even if his vital signs stabilize after 48 hours, his brain suffered severe trauma. Whether Damien will wake up at all… we just don’t know.”

A somber note crept into his voice.

“Mr. Vaughn, I’m sorry, but you need to prepare for the worst.”

Felicity began to shake, her lips quivering so badly her teeth chattered.

If Dames never woke up, it would be the end for her.

Two police officers approached Felicity and snapped a pair of handcuffs around her wrists.

“Felicity, you need to come with us to the station.”

Summoning the last of her strength, Gemma screamed, “Felicity! I’ll never forgive you! If anything happens to Dames, I’ll make you pay with your life!”

Terror flooded Felicity’s face. She turned frantically to Harrison. “Harrison, I’m a victim too! It was an accident, I never meant to hurt Dames!”

But the man she saw as her last hope wouldn’t even look at her.

The officers led Felicity away, and the nurses wheeled Dames’s bed into the intensive care unit.

Daph followed as far as she could, but when she reached the doorway, a nurse gently blocked her path.