Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 303

Dames’s eyes widened as he glanced again at Daph, his gaze fixated on the insulated mug in her hands.

Daph caught his look and asked, “Do you want me to feed you?”

Dames didn’t answer, but Daph took his silence as agreement.

She pulled out her own spoon, scooped up some soup, blew on it gently, and brought it to Dames’s lips.

He opened his mouth and let her feed him the chicken soup.

This chicken soup was nothing like the kind he used to snatch from stray cats out on the streets. It was still warm, and the taste brought back memories of the very first soups Selene had made for him.

As he swallowed, his tears burned hot trails down his cheeks.

Daph hurriedly put down the spoon and wiped his tears away.

“You shouldn’t cry while you’re eating. It’s bad for you,” she chided softly.

Those were the exact words his mom had once told him.

Dames swallowed hard, his vision swimming with fresh tears that just wouldn’t stop.

He tried to speak, but the words caught in his throat, coming out as a muffled sound.

Daph finished feeding him the last of the soup from the mug. Even then, Dames found himself wishing there were more.

The same chicken soup he’d once dumped into the trash, smashed onto the floor, and dismissed as “pig slop” was now the one thing he craved most in his sickness—something he missed desperately but could barely get.

“Did Mom ask you to bring me the soup?” Dames asked, his voice soft.

Daph shook her head. “I snuck it into the mug myself. Mom doesn’t know.”

Disappointment flickered in Dames’s eyes.

Daph dabbed his mouth with a tissue. “Dames, you need to eat well and get better soon. I can’t visit you all the time, so you have to recover quickly.”

Children’s feelings were simple—nothing like the tangled calculations adults made. No matter how many times they declared they hated each other or vowed to never speak again, as long as one reached out, the friendship could always be mended.

He’d picked up the habit, ignoring Selene’s hurt and helpless expression.

Dames felt the urge to cry again as he recalled how he’d snapped at Altair and driven him away.

His voice was thick with embarrassment as he mumbled, “Thanks. And... sorry about before.”

Altair grabbed his phone, quickly typing a message and letting the automated voice read it aloud.

“I accept your apology. Hope you get well soon.”

Dames instinctively wanted to hide under the covers, ashamed of how he’d treated Altair.

Daph glanced at the time on her smartwatch. “I’ve gotta head back to school. I’ll visit again when I can.”

Dames watched longingly as Daph and Altair walked away.

Just as Daph reached the door to leave, she stopped short—someone was blocking the way.