Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 394

At that moment, the hospital room door swung open.

Clayton Thompson strode in and immediately caught sight of Victor pressing a pillow over Felicity’s face.

Without hesitation, Clayton lunged forward and slammed into Victor, forcing him off her. Victor, caught off guard, crashed into the bedside table, still clutching the pillow in both hands.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Victor roared, as if Clayton had interrupted his righteous punishment of Felicity.

Clayton’s heart lurched when he saw Felicity’s eyes rolled back, her lips blue, mouth open and gasping for air, unable to breathe on her own.

Acting on instinct, Clayton rushed to her side and began chest compressions. Only then did Felicity start to come around, drawing in a ragged breath.

Victor hurled the pillow at Clayton. “You dare lay a hand on me?!”

Clayton rounded on him, voice low and furious. “You nearly killed her!”

Victor spat at his feet, face twisted with rage. “She’s ruined me! The whole city is talking about us, mocking our family! Because of her, we can’t show our faces in The Capital Circle anymore!”

A cold, bitter laugh escaped Clayton as he stepped back. “So your solution is to kill her?”

Saving Felicity had been pure reflex. But now, as she gasped for breath, regret twisted in Clayton’s gut. If he hadn’t intervened, if Felicity had died by Victor’s hand, Victor would be on his way to prison right now. But that chance was gone the moment he saved her.

Victor sneered, his expression contorted with malice. “I was just teaching her a lesson. I wasn’t really going to kill her! Clayton, help me out—break her legs! If we don’t, she’ll just keep dragging The Thompson Family down!”

Felicity trembled violently, every muscle taut with fear. She’d always been terrified of Victor, but when he pressed that pillow over her face, she’d felt the icy brush of death for the first time. Just a few seconds more, and she would have slipped away for good.

Terror left her whole body covered in goosebumps, her legs shaking uncontrollably. She sat perched on the bed, and only realized she had wet herself once the shock faded.

The acrid smell filled the air. Victor cursed loudly, disgust clear on his face.

Clayton kept his tone steady. “It’s a normal reaction. Go change your clothes.”

“No! That’s impossible!” Felicity shouted, her voice cracking. “Harrison would never say that. He knows Selene is the one who drugged him!”

Clayton realized Felicity still had no idea how bad things were. He pulled out his phone and handed it to her. “There’s a video. See for yourself.”

Shaky-handed, Felicity watched the footage—recorded by someone in the crowd—of her unconscious on the floor.

She heard Harrison’s voice, clear and cold:

“Felicity, posing as Selene, lured me into this room. She spiked the champagne and the air diffuser, trying to make me lose control. I will never forgive her. But The Thompson Group doesn’t deserve to be blamed just because Felicity lost her mind. After all, Selene and I were once married…”

Felicity’s hands trembled so violently, the phone slipped from her grasp and clattered to the floor.

She wilted, all the fight draining out of her, as if she’d been left out in the frost—utterly defeated.