Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 452

His wounds had been hastily cleaned, but many of the gashes gaped open, raw and ugly, or were stuck together with congealed blood and torn flesh.

“What happened to him?!” Selene’s voice trembled with fear.

Two military police officers blocked her path, forbidding her to get any closer to Leo.

Selene quickly showed them her ID. “I’m Mrs. Vaughn, his niece-in-law—Leo is my mentor!”

One of the guards glanced at the doctor. “I thought you said there weren’t supposed to be any unauthorized people in this building?”

A nurse explained, “Mrs. Vaughn had an emergency C-section last night, and her condition was critical. We transferred her here for better care.”

The guard’s voice was cold as ice. “You need to go. And you are not to tell anyone about what you’ve seen here, understood?”

But how could she possibly just turn and leave at a moment like this?

A group of doctors in white coats approached. One of them lifted the white sheet covering Leo’s legs.

Selene froze, unable to make sense of the two dark, mottled, almost rotten-looking columns beneath the sheet.

Then, realization hit her—those pitted, decaying things were Leo’s legs. Her whole body began to shake uncontrollably.

Even from nearly six feet away, a sickening stench filled her nostrils.

In a panic, Selene stumbled forward, eyes wide with horror, unable to believe what she was seeing.

Even the team of doctors recoiled in shock.

“My God, what happened to him?!”

“Who could do something this monstrous?!”

Even the seasoned nurses couldn’t hold back their nausea, turning away and gagging at the sight of the wriggling maggots buried in the mangled flesh of Leo’s legs.

“Leo!!” Selene cried out in terror, her face drained of all color.

At that moment, she completely forgot about the pain in her abdomen from the operation.

The divorce papers slipped from her grasp and scattered across the floor.

Leo lay on the gurney, oblivious, unmoving—except for a faint tremor in his fingers.

The doctors wheeled him toward the operating room. Selene felt her legs give out and had to brace herself against the wall just to stay standing.

Everything seemed to go numb. She couldn’t hear a single sound, only watched with wide, unblinking eyes as the “SURGERY IN PROGRESS” light flickered on above the doors. It felt as if her heart was dangling by a thread, suspended somewhere far above her chest.

Leo’s assistant stepped out of the elevator and spotted the scattered papers on the floor.

Seeing Selene’s name on them, he bent down to gather the divorce agreement.

He looked up and saw Selene standing outside the operating room.

“Miss Thompson?” he called gently.

Selene sat, frozen, for what felt like forever.

A nurse assigned to care for her appeared, sounding exasperated. “Mrs. Vaughn, what are you doing out here? You need to come back and feed your baby!”

“I can’t,” Selene said weakly. “Not right now.”

“You’re a mother now! You have to feed your child. If you don’t, what’s the baby going to eat?”

The nurse reached out, concerned. “Doesn’t your incision hurt?”

Selene’s chest felt tight, but her body was numb. She couldn’t even feel the pain from her swollen breasts.

“Just give the baby some formula for now,” she murmured. “I want to stay here a little longer.”

The nurse was baffled. “What are you waiting for? Your in-laws are here to see you and the baby. They haven’t found you and keep asking where you are. Please, come with us, don’t make things more difficult.”

The assistant tried to coax her. “Miss Thompson, you should really go back to your room and rest.”

Selene knew there was nothing she could do by waiting outside the operating room.

She gave the assistant instructions. “If he comes out of surgery, call me right away.”

He nodded.

“Miss Thompson, are these yours?” The assistant handed her the divorce papers.