Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142

Knowing Leo would be joining them, Selene took Daph’s hand and sat down across from Felicity and her parents.

Victor Thompson was tying a napkin around Matilda’s neck when Matilda, acting like a spoiled child, chirped, “Let’s eat! Baby’s hungry!”

Victor glanced at Harrison as he tried to soothe her. “Father Benedict isn’t here yet…”

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Matilda let out a dramatic wail, her fists rubbing imaginary tears by her eyes. “Boo hoo hoo!”

Selene drew in a long breath. No matter how many times she saw it, her mother’s childish antics always made her want to clench her fists.

A waiter entered and addressed the table, “Mr. Vaughn just called. He’s been held up and will be late. He asked that you not wait for him and begin your meal.”

Harrison nodded. “Please bring out the food.”

Daph noticed that Dames had a children’s bowl in front of him, but her place was set with a regular plate. Matilda, though, had a children’s bowl too.

She instantly understood–her grandmother had taken the bowl meant for her and given it to Matilda instead.

Daph sighed softly. Oh well. She never got enough to eat with those tiny bowls

anyway.

The waiters began serving: Dames and Daph both had chicken cutlets and salmon

fillets as their main courses.

Felicity picked up a knife and began cutting Dames’s chicken into bite–sized pieces

for him.

Matilda, eating the same kids‘ meal as the children, whined in a sweet, high–pitched voice, “Stevie, I want my chicken in little pieces too!”

Victor gave her a fond, indulgent look and obliged, slicing up her chicken.

Dames chewed his chicken and sighed contentedly. “Flick, you’re the best. No one’s ever cut my chicken into little pieces like this before.”

Daph took a bite and shot him a look. “Dames, did you forget? Mom always cuts up

our chicken after she cooks it.”

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Dames raised his voice, indignant. “But Flick’s chicken tastes the best when she

cuts it!”

Felicity lifted her juice glass, eager to change the subject and lighten the mood. “Let’s all give a round of applause for Selene, who just won the gold medal at the ALI Math Competition! She’s a genius–famous all over the internet now!”

Victor immediately switched into his stern father mode. “You won such a big award, gave an interview to National Broadcast Network, and not once did you thank your parents.”

Selene smiled wryly. “Should I have thanked you and Mom on camera for kicking me and Daph out of the house?”

Victor’s face went rigid, and he quickly glanced at Harrison’s reaction.

Harrison’s brow furrowed. Selene bringing up how Victor had treated her and Daph–was she looking for his help?

Ever since she’d agreed to this dinner, Selene had shown some willingness to make peace. But her pride would never let her ask for help outright; instead, she tried to nudge Harrison to step in on her behalf.

Victor snapped at her, “You’re the one who insisted on leaving the Thompson family! We never wanted you and Daph to go.”

Matilda chimed in, “Big sister, you took Daph and left us! Boo hoo, I missed you so much! I called you and called you, but you never answered!”

Victor shook his head and sighed. “Selene, you only came back to us at eighteen. We never had a chance to be close. When you left, your mother and I called again and again, but you blocked us completely.”

Selene pulled out her phone. “Why don’t I read out the messages you sent me? I haven’t deleted a single one.”

Victor blanched, suddenly remembering that every message he’d sent her was full of scathing insults. He rushed to cut her off.

“Enough, enough! Eat, everyone. What’s the point of dredging up old fights? You’re our daughter, our own flesh and blood. I’m not good with words, but my heart is always with you.”

Selene set her phone aside. “Well, after dinner, I’ll read out your messages and we can reminisce about our father–daughter bond.”

Victor’s expression soured, and he hurried to change the subject.

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