Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 275

Matilda watched anxiously from the sidelines and couldn’t help chiming in. “Come on, big sis—just forgive your son, will you? What kind of mother holds a grudge against her own child?”

Dames looked up at his mother, desperate. “What do I have to do for you to forgive me, Mom? If you want, you can use my card—take whatever you want!”

Normally, Felicity loved nothing more than swiping his credit card, and Dames had always felt that his prized black card was the most valuable thing he could offer—something anyone would want.

Selene drew a deep breath. “Dames, forgiveness isn’t just a one-time thing. If I let go today, then every single day—whenever I cook, or make breakfast—I'll have to forgive you all over again.

Every time I hear Felicity’s name, I’ll have to forgive you once more.

And when I see your father and remember what you said and did to me in that house, I’ll have to face those wounds—again and again—and keep finding it in me to forgive you.”

She could see the shimmering tears welling up in Dames’s eyes. He looked genuinely heartbroken, on the verge of sobbing.

“Are you still brave enough to ride your motorbike again?” Selene asked quietly.

Dames shook his head, mouth quivering as tears spilled down his cheeks. “No, never. I’m too scared now.”

Selene’s voice grew soft, almost hollow. “Exactly. I’m scared too. Once bitten, twice shy. You were hurt on the outside, but I was wounded here—” She pressed her hand to her chest. “—right in my heart.”

Dames shook his head, fat tears rolling down. “I’m not a snake, Mom. I’m your son…”

Selene’s eyes softened, but her words remained steady. “In my marriage to your father, I should have walked away much sooner. But I couldn’t let go of you and your sister. Even after divorcing Harrison, I knew I couldn’t take you both with me.

How do you choose between your own children? There’s no way to do it without tearing yourself apart.

This time, Selene was really leaving him behind.

“MOM!!”

His cry tore through the evening air—raw, desperate, the sound of a wounded fledgling crying out for its mother.

Daph’s heart clenched. She looked up, wanting to say something, but caught sight of Selene’s face, white as a sheet.

Selene’s eyelashes trembled. The last shred of her self-control yanked her back from the edge of agony.

A sickening thud broke the silence—Dames had toppled from his wheelchair and crashed to the ground like a discarded sack.