Chapter summary: Chapter 443 from the book Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant by Clarissa Penrose
Discover the most important events of Chapter 443, a chapter full of surprises in the acclaimed novel Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant. With the engaging writing of Clarissa Penrose, this billionaire masterpiece continues to thrill and captivate with every page.
It was as if the two of them had been caught doing something scandalous in the hospital room.
If she called Adrian out from under the bed, the scene would only look more suspicious in front of Leo.
Selene still cared about her image around Leo—she had to maintain a sense of propriety!
Flustered by Adrian’s antics, she quickly hid his forgotten stethoscope under the blanket.
It really did feel like she was sneaking around with someone.
Leo’s motorized wheelchair carried him toward Selene, while the Vaughn family’s bodyguards remained stationed outside the room.
Trailing after Leo was Altair.
He carried a bouquet of pale pink tulips, and when he saw Selene awake, his eyes instantly lit up.
He hurried to her bedside, his delicate face bright with a sweet, innocent smile.
“Star!”
Selene hugged Altair’s shoulders, making him blush all the way to his ears.
Lowering his head, he lifted the bouquet above him with both hands.
“Are these for me?”
Altair nodded enthusiastically, and Selene accepted the flowers with a gentle smile.
“Thank you, Altair. I love them.”
Leo watched her with soft eyes.
The tulips’ gentle pink hue perfectly complemented the quiet beauty of Selene’s face.
She had the kind of calm, nurturing presence that made people feel safe and at peace—her features open and gentle, her whole person like a pearl radiating a soft, luminous glow.
Selene looked up at Leo. “Father, thank you for coming to see me.”
Leo replied, “I’ve had the signal around St. Michael’s Church blocked.”
Harrison had just tried to video call Selene, and almost immediately afterward, Leo’s bodyguard had reported it to him.
Selene asked, “Did those two go off to St. Michael’s to become monks or something?”
Leo’s wheelchair rolled closer. “Not just them. Gemma too. Last night, they all went to the church on the hill, seeking forgiveness for what they’ve done. They’ll be undergoing a strict retreat at St. Michael’s for two weeks.”
Suddenly, Leo turned to her. “Has Adrian reached out to you?”
Selene’s heart skipped a beat. She pressed her lips together instinctively, feeling inexplicably guilty, as if she’d been caught having an affair with Adrian by Leo himself.
“N-no, not yet…”
Lying to Leo felt like a cardinal sin.
Selene asked, “You’re not firing him, Father?”
Leo said, “I’ve reviewed his resume. Harrison had him working as Damien’s personal assistant, which is a waste of his talents.
If we let him go, having a criminal record would make it nearly impossible for him to find work again. It’s better to keep him on at Vaughn Enterprises—that way, he pays off Damien’s debt.”
Selene thought Leo’s solution was both fair and compassionate. “You always think of everything.”
After that, Leo fell silent, giving Altair and Selene time to speak alone.
Selene’s sweet, gentle voice drifted to Leo’s ears. The way she spoke to Altair was soft and tender, like a spring breeze after rain.
Leo kept an eye on the time, not allowing himself to linger too long.
Finally, he spoke, his tone cool and distant. “Sorry to interrupt—we should be going now.”
Altair’s face fell, unable to hide his disappointment, but he could only say goodbye to Selene, reluctant to part.
Selene cupped his soft cheeks in her palms. “Once I’m discharged, I’ll bring Daph over to play with you, okay?”
Altair’s bright eyes sparkled like a sky full of stars. He nodded eagerly.
After announcing their departure, Leo set an example, his wheelchair gliding several feet ahead.
When he noticed Altair hadn’t caught up, he turned back to call out to him—only to see someone kneeling under the bed…

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