Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 445

Selene gently smoothed Daph’s twin braids, her fingers brushing over the soft plaits at either side of her daughter’s head. “Did Uncle Luke do your hair this morning?”

Daph nodded with enthusiastic pride. “He did! Uncle Luke said he used to do Mommy’s hair, too.”

Selene’s smile deepened, her gaze warm with gratitude as she glanced at Luke Holloway.

“Mommy, did you eat lunch yet?” Daph asked, her eyes full of concern. “Are you hungry?”

She lifted a small insulated container, beaming. “Uncle Luke made you a special batch of his famous nourishing soup!”

A derisive snort sounded from under the hospital bed—Adrian, sulking out of sight, unable to resist making his opinion known. But since Daph was talking, no one else really caught the sound.

Luke Holloway, however, noticed the faint noise. He glanced over his shoulder, his eyes landing on Leo, who sat composed and unreadable.

Selene had just woken up and hadn’t eaten yet. The aftertaste of her medication still lingered, leaving her mouth bitter and her appetite nearly nonexistent.

But seeing Daph clutching the container, Selene’s voice turned warm and gentle. “I’m starving, sweetheart!”

“Wait right here, Mommy!”

Daph glowed with purpose, feeling—for once—like she could actually help her mother.

She unscrewed the lid, carefully poured the steaming soup into a small bowl, and held it out with both hands.

“Mommy, can I feed you?” she asked, eager to help in the way all the adults did for Selene during her stay.

“Of course!” Selene replied, beaming. “I bet soup tastes even better when Daph feeds it to me.”

She pulled her hair back into a ponytail, her eyes bright with anticipation as she looked at her daughter.

Daph scooped up a spoonful, blew gently to cool it, and offered it to Selene, who tasted it obediently. Tears pricked Selene’s eyes as she swallowed, overwhelmed by the simple kindness.

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