Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 472

Harrison froze, staring at the empty bed. He threw the covers aside—nothing. Without another thought, he spun around and stormed out of the room, a sharp gust of cold air following in his wake.

Outside his room, one of the bodyguards Leo had assigned was standing watch.

Harrison grabbed the man by the collar, his voice sharp.

“Where’s my stethoscope? Who told you to touch it?”

The bodyguard looked baffled, annoyed as he pried Harrison’s hand off his shirt.

“Mr. Vaughn, please calm down. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Fury flashed in Harrison’s eyes. He was breathing hard, voice clipped and demanding.

“The stethoscope I left under my pillow—who moved it?”

The bodyguard thought for a second.

“This morning, I saw the little master playing with a stethoscope. I’m not sure where he got it.”

Harrison’s eyes narrowed in shock. Damien had been in his room—he’d taken the stethoscope?

That little brat. Just wait until I get my hands on him.

He whirled around and charged down the hall.

Damien was outside, dressed in a grey robe, surrounded by a group of visitors who’d come to offer prayers. He’d been assigned cleaning duty at the front of Serenity Church for the past few days, and his cherubic face had caught everyone’s attention.

Some guests chased after him, snapping pictures, while others shot short videos and posted them online.

#CutestLittleMonkEver was trending, racking up millions of views across social media.

During Harrison’s recent retreat at Serenity Church, he’d strictly limited his work hours to just three a day. Every minute online was spent catching up on business, so he’d missed all the viral posts about Damien. Even the video his secretary sent him—one with over a hundred thousand likes—had gone unnoticed.

“Damien!”

Harrison’s low, cold voice startled the boy, who turned to see his father striding over, radiating anger.

“Dad…” Damien’s voice was barely a whisper. He didn’t know what he’d done wrong, but he had a sinking feeling it wasn’t good.

“Oh my god, he’s so handsome!”

“Little monk, did you just call him Dad? Is he your father?”

“I didn’t know monks could have kids!”

“The stethoscope…” His voice trailed off, barely audible.

“Now!” Harrison barked.

Damien blurted out, “It was broken, so I threw it away for you!”

“What?” Harrison nearly exploded.

His voice turned even harsher.

“Which trash can did you throw it in?”

Damien’s lips quivered as he realized he was in trouble.

“The one over there,” he admitted quietly.

With his jaw clenched and anger burning in his eyes, Harrison marched with Damien to the trash can.

“That’s the one,” Damien said softly.

Before he’d even finished speaking, Harrison had already flipped the trash can over, dumping its entire contents onto the ground.