Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 316

She gave Clayton his medication, and only then did he finally start to recover.

Clayton told her that in this house, there isn’t a single person who hasn’t been beaten by Victor.

Felicity had been whipped by Victor since childhood. Over time, she grew to admire violence, imitating Victor by shedding her femininity and forcing herself to fit into a man’s world. It was as if only by becoming an aggressor herself could she avoid ending up as a victim.

“Don’t let the way he dotes on Matilda fool you. I’ve seen him slap her so hard her whole face swelled up. Even as a kid, I thought it was Victor who knocked something loose in Matilda’s head.”

“Why did he hit you last night?” she asked.

Clayton lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. “He found out I was having someone look into my biological parents.”

He turned to face her. “He said the Thompson family name must be passed down through the men, and if I go looking for my real parents, then the family line ends with me.”

As he spoke, Clayton let out a bitter, contemptuous laugh.

“One day, I swear I’ll kill him.”

They both knew it was just talk. Even if Victor’s blood stained Clayton’s hands, he’d feel nothing but disgust. There was no point in throwing away his own future for someone who meant nothing to him.

Selene carefully spooned some glucose water into Clayton’s mouth.

“One day, we’ll be strong enough to make them pay dearly for everything they’ve done.”

Victor had always known Matilda had swapped a girl for a boy—there was no way he could miss it, especially since Clayton didn’t look a thing like him. But tradition and toxic pride kept him in denial. After Matilda gave birth to Felicity, Victor must have given up any hope of finding his firstborn daughter.

“All right, everyone. That’ll be all for now,” Selene said to the staff.

The executives and shareholders hesitated as if wanting to speak, but Selene cut them off. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of this.”

She was kneeling on the stage, with Matilda still feigning unconsciousness at her feet.

The board members met Selene’s steady gaze and, reassured by her calm, found their own nerves settling.

In the midst of such chaos, Selene’s poise was a lifeline for the Thompson Group’s senior staff.

Selene reached out and placed her hand in Adrian’s, letting him help her to her feet.

“Your welcome dinner ended in quite a mess,” he said quietly.

He looked at her with a mixture of regret and concern, thinking Selene deserved to be cherished, to have the very best the world could offer.

He hadn’t even touched her face when Felicity let out a piercing scream.

Clayton’s expression was cold and clinical. “Honestly, you should call an ambulance and have her checked out at the hospital. After what you’ve done, she probably has a concussion.”

Victor just scoffed. “It’s just a concussion. She can go to the hospital in a few days. For now, take care of those cuts—she’s bleeding all over the place, and it’ll scare the baby.”

Matilda, ever the enabler, shrank into Victor’s embrace.

Clayton noticed that the source of Felicity’s bleeding was her mouth. She was clutching her cheek, sobbing, “He knocked my tooth out!”

He stuffed a few wads of cotton into her mouth to stop the bleeding.

Selene sat in silence nearby, only looking up when she saw Vivian Wyndham approaching with a glass of water.

It had been a long time since Selene had been back at the Thompson estate, and seeing Vivian there caught her off guard.

“Ma’am, have some water,” Vivian said.

Vivian tried to hand the glass to Matilda, but suddenly she slipped—the glass flew from her hand.