Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 305

“Grandma! Put me down—please!”

A flurry of nurses rushed in, trying to stop the old woman as she struggled to hold onto Dames.

“Mrs. Lockridge, please! Set him down, you’ll hurt him!”

“Gemma! You’re putting too much strain on the boy—his body can’t take it!”

A few nurses worked together to gently pry Dames from Gemma’s arms and return him to the hospital bed. The moment he was laid back down, every muscle in his body seemed to throb, and with each shallow breath, a new wave of pain radiated across his back.

One of the nurses turned to Gemma, exasperated. “What on earth possessed you to try to make him vomit?”

Gemma’s voice was sharp with worry. “Didn’t you hear me? My grandson ate something he shouldn’t have!”

Another nurse shook her head. “I checked the soup before that little girl gave it to him—it was perfectly fine. He finally had an appetite, and you risked injuring him just to make him throw up?”

Gemma moved closer to Dames, her tone softening as she tried to coax him. “You must have been out of your mind with hunger. That woman’s soup can’t possibly be nutritious. It’s peasant food—barely better than slop. How could you eat that?”

“I like Mom’s soup!” Dames shouted, his voice raw and defiant.

Gemma froze, stunned that he would talk back to her like that.

“You don’t care about me at all!” Dames screamed, his voice hoarse. “You just hate Mom!”

“Dames, I’m only worried about your health!” Gemma protested, her words barely out when Dames doubled over, a sharp, twisting pain clenching his stomach.

He gagged, and a moment later, everything he’d managed to eat came right back up.

“Dames!” Gemma’s shriek echoed through the hospital room.

*

At home, Selene’s phone buzzed. It was Gwyneth Lockridge.

“Selene, I reviewed your new proposal. My team and I think you’re onto something. I’ll wire you a 20% advance tonight. From now on, you’ll take the lead and work with my team to bring this project to life.”

Selene was caught off guard by Gwyneth’s efficiency. She’d only sent her the presentation that morning, and by evening, Gwyneth was already putting the entire technical team in her hands.

“Thank you, Ms. Lockridge, for your trust. But I’d prefer to put together my own team.”

Gwyneth was blunt. “You don’t trust my people?”

“Selene, I want to throw you a welcome party this Saturday, introduce you to some people in the business. Bring Mr. Shaw along, too.”

She’d already been with the company for a week. Only now did Victor remember to throw her a welcome party.

She cut to the chase. “What do you really want from me, Victor?”

Caught, Victor chuckled sheepishly. “Harrison called me yesterday. He wants me to find a position for Felicity at Thompson Victory. His advice was, ‘Sisters working together are unstoppable!’ He’s hoping Felicity can become your right hand. You’re still short an assistant, so… let Felicity be your assistant, okay?”

Selene let out a cool, almost amused laugh. “Sure. If she wants to be my assistant, have her add me on WhatsApp.”

They’d deleted each other long ago.

Victor sounded relieved. “That’s the spirit! There’s no grudge that lasts between sisters.”

He was still talking when Selene hung up.

A moment later, Felicity’s friend request popped up. Selene accepted, then posted a video—visible only to Felicity—captioned:

“Capturing sweet moments with my darling husband.”