Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 253

“Sweetheart, that’s an isolation room. You can’t go in there,” the nurse said gently.

Daph looked up at her, clinging to her sketchbook. “When will Dames wake up?”

The nurse offered her a comforting smile. “I think it’ll be soon.”

Selene rounded the corner and spotted Daph crouched by the wall outside the intensive care unit, coloring quietly with her markers. She watched as Daph finished her drawing—a glowing candle—then carefully taped the picture to the door of Dames’s room.

Once the candle was in place, Daph pressed her palms together and closed her eyes, her face earnest with hope.

A sharp ache twisted in Selene’s throat.

“I just want Dames to wake up,” Daph whispered. “Only if he wakes up, he can apologize to Mommy.”

Selene brushed her daughter’s cheek. She didn’t care much whether Dames apologized, but she knew he was the person Daph had always been closest to.

They were twins—inseparable, once. Now, for the first time, Daph was forced to face her brother’s injuries head-on. To have death brush so near her family was a terror that would linger in Daph for a long time.

Selene knelt down and wrapped Daph in her arms.

Daph buried her face in Selene’s shoulder, silent tears spilling down her cheeks, soaking Selene’s shirt. She tried her best not to sob out loud, but her small body trembled with each breath.

Down the hall, a few police officers were still questioning Harrison.

“We’ve found evidence in the documents Miss Thompson submitted,” one officer said, “suggesting someone in traffic enforcement has been covering up for repeated driving violations by Felicity. Mr. Vaughn, we’d like you and your assistant to cooperate with our investigation.”

Harrison’s expression darkened, shadows clouding his eyes.

“Some lessons can’t be taught by words—life has to teach them, and once is enough. I wish the evidence I gathered would never be needed, but some people just won’t listen until they hit rock bottom.

Whether it’s Dames or any of you, what’s happening now is the result of the choices you made.”

Harrison turned back to look at Selene, and there was a hint of weary resignation in his eyes.

A police officer quietly prompted him to move on.

Selene’s attention shifted—she noticed a few reporters nearby, some of the same ones who’d interviewed her at the racetrack. Slouched against the wall or standing at odd angles, they tried not to look directly at Gemma or Harrison, but Selene could see the camera lenses peeking subtly from their bags.

As Harrison stepped into the elevator with the police, two reporters quickly slipped toward the stairwell, eager to catch a shot of him being escorted to the patrol car.