Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 264

Felicity looked at him, her eyes filled with desperate hope.

But the man’s face was cold, distant, unmoved.

“Dames’ future might be ruined because of you. You think it’s fair that you don’t even go to prison for that?”

His words sent a chill through Felicity’s entire body.

Tears streaming down her face, she shook her head. “Harrison, I don’t want to go to jail! Natalie would never want to see me in prison, either! Every time I got in trouble before, Natalie was always the first to bail me out…”

He cut her off, his voice merciless. “That was Natalie. Not me. I’m Dames’ father.”

He had no interest in arguing with her, or in rehashing how she’d ignored his warnings and insisted on taking Dames out on that motorcycle.

He knew exactly what Felicity had been thinking: as long as Dames clung to her and adored her, she could get away with anything. No matter what kind of mess she made, Harrison would always clean it up for her—for Natalie’s sake, and out of some old loyalty to her memory.

But now his son was lying in the ICU because of Felicity. How could he possibly forgive her for that?

The force of Harrison’s anger rattled Felicity. Her eyes were red, her shoulders trembling.

He spoke, voice flat and emotionless. “I’m here today only because Natalie asked me to look after you.”

He set a small bag of belongings on the table.

“Happy New Year. Enjoy it here.”

With that, he turned to leave. Felicity called out to his retreating figure, her voice cracking:

“There’s an old phone in the second drawer of my vanity at home. On that phone—there’s a voicemail. It’s Natalie. Her last message before she died.”

“Hey, Mom.”

“Harrison, I’ve set you up on a date. Noon, at Maison de Vérité. You absolutely have to go! The woman is—”

He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to ease the pounding in his skull.

“Mom, I’m busy. I can’t make it.”

Ever since his divorce, he’d been dodging every blind date his mother threw his way.

“The old man’s planning to groom Altair as his successor!” Gemma exclaimed, her voice rising. “Everyone in the Vaughn family is on board with this. Harrison, are you really willing to hand over everything you’ve built to your uncle’s kid? After all the work you’ve done?”

Her voice dropped, almost pleading. “And look at Dames—after what happened, he’ll never be the same. You need to think about the future, Harrison. Have more children while you’re still young. The women I’m introducing you to—they’re all from good families, all smart, well-educated. They’ll give you heirs, ones even more outstanding than Dames…”