Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 277

Her clothes were soaked through, the pale, thin fabric clinging to her body and tracing every curve.

Nadine’s jaw dropped so wide she could have swallowed an egg.

“Uh—Mrs. Thompson, are you alright?”

Nadine honestly wondered if Matilda had lost her mind.

Matilda, completely oblivious, was blasting music from her phone and striking poses in front of the camera. “Can’t you tell? I’m getting revenge on Victor!”

It dawned on Nadine that Matilda had started a live stream—she was broadcasting this to the world.

“What kind of revenge is this supposed to be?” Nadine’s accent thickened in her shock.

Matilda twisted her hips and shook her chest. “If Victor doesn’t love me anymore, then I’ll show my body off to other men!”

Nadine fell silent. The Vaughn family’s pampered canary was certainly one of a kind.

Dames mumbled, “Grandma acts like she walked right out of a novel.”

Clutching Dames, Nadine kept her distance, steering him far away from Matilda.

“It’s pouring, little man. Let me just carry you straight to the car.”

“No! Put me down!”

Nadine tried to settle Dames into his wheelchair, but he pitched forward and tumbled right out onto the wet pavement.

“Young master!!”

Nadine’s voice was nearly hoarse with panic.

Dames lay motionless on the ground as Nadine rushed to help, but he shrieked, “Don’t touch me!”

“You can’t just stay lying there!”

The rain pelted Dames’ face like icy needles, numbing his skin until he couldn’t feel a thing.

“Don’t touch me! Leave me alone!”

Matilda’s outrageous act had given Dames an idea. He’d stay here, right on the ground—he was sure Selene wouldn’t just ignore him.

The security guard, who’d been about to shoo off both Dames and Matilda, stopped short at the wild scene in front of him:

Dames sprawled on the ground, howling with tears.

Matilda, oblivious, dancing in the pouring rain.

One crazy woman, one crazy kid—he didn’t even know where to start.

Sixteen floors up, Selene pulled open her curtains to glance down. She took in the chaos, then let the curtains fall shut again.

She wasn’t stupid. If she’d taken Dames’ money, her job with the Vaughn family would be over.

But she knew Dames’ temperament. Once he set his mind on something, he wouldn’t stop until he got his way.

She’d tried to refuse, but in the end, she’d caved and brought him to Selene’s building.

She’d expected Harrison would send someone to pick Dames up, but she hadn’t counted on Harrison coming himself.

Dames wailed, clinging to Harrison, “I want Mom! Take me to see Mom!”

“She doesn’t want you anymore—why do you keep chasing after her?” Even the pouring rain couldn’t cool the anger burning in Harrison’s chest at the mention of Selene.

He tried to haul Dames away, but Dames, ignoring the pain in his arm, beat his little fists against Harrison’s chest.

“It’s all your fault! Mom left you! Dad, can’t you apologize to her? Please—just ask her to come back.”

Harrison froze mid-step.

“Damien! Stop this right now! If anyone should apologize, it’s Selene—she doesn’t deserve to be your mother!”

His face was hard as granite, his eyes burning with a deep, unspoken rage.

He’d just come from the Thompson family home, Felicity’s old phone heavy in his pocket.