Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 342

Whenever Daph was in a bad mood, she’d twist her backpack straps into tight knots.

“Mommy!”

She hurried toward Selene, her two messy pigtails wobbling with each step, already half undone and sticking out at odd angles.

The moment she spotted Selene, a spark lit up in her eyes. Her round, rosy cheeks pushed her once-drooping lips into a bright, crescent smile.

She broke into a jog, and one of her pigtails finally unraveled completely, hair tumbling loose.

Selene knelt down, tugged the scrunchie from the frayed end, and gently fixed Daph’s hair.

“Did you have gym class today?” Selene asked, puzzled. She was pretty sure Daph didn’t have P.E. on her schedule, so why was her hair such a mess?

“We had rehearsal for the school talent show this afternoon.”

As Daph spoke, her cheeks puffed out a little, and the sparkle faded from her eyes.

“Selene!”

A woman’s voice rang out from across the playground.

Selene looked up to see Clarissa Vaughn approaching, holding Penelope Vaughn’s hand.

Whenever Clarissa showed up, trouble was never far behind.

Penelope’s face was as pale as paper. As she drew closer, the dark circles under her eyes stood out starkly.

“Ms. Thompson.” Penelope greeted Selene, her lips so bloodless they looked like a thin, fragile petal.

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