Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 324

It was clear now—his disappearance and reappearance had all been orchestrated by Leo.

Harrison walked into the dining room, and as he stared at the familiar breakfast spread, a strange sense of dislocation washed over him, as if he’d returned to a world he barely recognized.

“Harrison, you’re back,” his mother said, entering the room. It had been a long time since Gemma had seen her son.

“Morning, Mom,” Harrison replied, his tone flat and distant.

She sat down beside him, joining him for breakfast.

He picked up his fork, glancing at the typical Western breakfast laid out before him—eggs, toast, bacon, all the usual fare. Yet he had no appetite at all.

He forced himself to take a bite of his sandwich, but what he really craved was the bowl of comforting porridge Selene used to bring him.

“Could you make me some chicken soup?” he asked Nadine, the housekeeper.

Nadine blinked in surprise, hesitating. “Um… that’ll take at least half an hour to make...”

She glanced over at Mrs. Thompson, who looked equally bewildered. “Why on earth do you want soup for breakfast? That won’t fill you up. A proper breakfast is much more nutritious than that.”

Harrison ignored his mother and told Nadine, “Just make it, please.”

“All right, I’ll go check the recipes Mrs. Thompson left behind,” Nadine replied, turning to leave.

The words “Mrs. Thompson” made Harrison pause.

He called after her, “What did Selene leave you?”

Nadine stopped in her tracks. “She...”

Gemma shot her a sharp look.

Nadine quickly corrected herself, “Miss Thompson left me a set of notes about your and Master Dames’ routines—what you both liked to eat, how you liked things done.”

Harrison had no idea that Selene had given Nadine such detailed instructions.

Harrison turned back to Nadine. “Print out another copy for my mother. Since you’re running the household now, Mom, you should take a look at Selene’s notes—maybe you’ll learn how to take better care of Dames.”

Gemma’s expression soured with reluctance.

Suddenly, she changed the subject. “Did you hear about the disaster at the Thompson family last week?”

Harrison looked up and caught the unmistakable glint of schadenfreude in his mother’s eyes.

He frowned. “What happened?”

“Victor’s little affair with his secretary—Felicity exposed the whole thing on video! The media’s having a field day.”

She clearly relished having some scandal to share.

“And Selene...” he began, but then stopped. It was only after repeating her name for the third time that Harrison realized how intimate it sounded coming from his lips—far too familiar for someone who was now supposed to be his ex-wife.