Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 547

Her voice caught in her throat.

“If there’s nothing, I’m hanging up,” Harrison said flatly from the other end.

“Harrison, wait!” Felicity cried out. “I’m picking out a wedding dress. I know you’re too busy to be here, and don’t worry, I won’t bother you about it again.”

“Is that all you called to say?”

Even through the phone, she could feel his desire to end the call reaching a breaking point.

“I texted Selene earlier,” she rushed to say. “She asked why I wasn’t getting a Valeriana Couture gown. She assumed you’d be flying me to Italy to pick one out. It was obvious she was mocking me for choosing an off-the-rack dress. Harrison, you don’t want Selene looking down on you, do you? I’m about to be your wife. You can’t let her laugh at you.”

A cold, humorless chuckle echoed from her phone. “You’re the one wearing the cheap dress, not me. You could show up in rags for all I care; it wouldn’t affect me in the slightest. Don’t try to provoke me, Felicity. Did you really think a few words from Selene would make me spend millions on you? Who knows whose kid you’re even carrying.”

His voice was glacial, each word a needle piercing her eardrums, her heart pounding as it pumped hot blood through her veins. Her expression twisted into a snarl.

“Harrison, do I mean so much less to you than Selene? I’m the one who’s been by your side the longest!”

“She’s the mother of my children,” he roared back. “What are you?!”

The furious shout felt like it ruptured her eardrum, leaving a dull ringing in her head.

Even the air Felicity exhaled felt cold. She sat on the sofa, her lips pressed into a thin, hard line.

“Natalie would be so happy if she saw me marrying you from heaven. You know how devastated she was when Selene married you. She held me all night, trying to comfort me. I watched her cry for me, Harrison. I’d never seen Natalie cry that hard in my life.”

“Enough!” he cut in, a wave of anger crashing through the phone.

A triumphant smirk touched Felicity’s lips. She parted them to continue, “You failed Natalie completely. Don’t you forget… you’re the one who killed her.”

She breathed the last four words, her voice so soft it was barely a whisper, a secret shared only with the phone pressed against her ear. No one else in the room could have possibly heard what she said.