Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 325

Gemma was taken aback—Harrison never even bothered to mention that name, let alone bring it up himself.

“Harrison, have you seen Selene recently?”

A flicker of discomfort crossed Harrison’s usually composed face. Frosty indifference hid any trace of warmth, even in front of his own mother.

“No.”

Gemma nodded, convinced her son wouldn’t get tangled up with Selene again.

“Well, she really landed on her feet, didn’t she? She’s acting president of Thompson Victory Technologies now!” There was no mistaking the note of mockery in her voice; Gemma clearly had no faith in Selene’s new position.

“She could barely manage the house staff, and now she thinks she can run a company? Give me a break!” Gemma couldn’t help but laugh, oblivious to the way Harrison’s brow furrowed at her words.

“Not that it matters. Thompson Victory is about to be sold anyway. Let her enjoy playing the boss for a few days.”

The bitterness in Gemma’s voice was impossible to miss, and it left Harrison feeling oddly uneasy.

“Mom, did you go by Verdant Heights recently…?”

He almost asked if she’d gone there looking for him, but then remembered—everyone thought he was away on business. Maybe even his mother hadn’t caught on.

The moment Harrison mentioned Verdant Heights, Gemma’s heart gave a jolt. She still felt shaken by what had happened there the other day. If Harrison was asking about it right after returning from his trip, maybe he’d known about her every move all along.

Still, Gemma chose to believe her son was just worried about her. “I’m fine,” she said briskly. “That condo Selene bought is a dump. Even the elevator broke down!”

“If Daph is an ingrate, then what does that make me? And what does that make you?”

Gemma shrank back. “She changed her last name…”

A wave of bitterness rose in Harrison’s chest, thick and heavy. He felt like he couldn’t swallow, but couldn’t spit it out either.

“She changed her name, not her blood. No matter what, she’s still my daughter—your granddaughter. I don’t want to hear you call her that ever again.”

Gemma pursed her lips, clearly displeased. “You don’t know what she and Altair—” She launched into a story about how Altair had taken Daphne to visit Dames at the hospital.

“…I just couldn’t stand it. I wanted to defend my grandson, so I brought people with me to that condo to confront that woman,” she finished, her voice trailing off.