The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 392

In the Prescott family's estate in Lexington, the air was thick with dread.

On the grand bed lay Samuel Prescott, the bald, aging patriarch. His once- commanding frame had withered, his skin pale as parchment, his breath shallow and labored.

Around him, the Prescott bloodline gathered in tense silence, their faces

shadowed with worry.

"Benjamin!" Henry's voice cracked as he paced the floor, his nerves unraveling. "Father was fine yesterday. How could he collapse so suddenly?"

Benjamin's jaw tightened. "Don't start pointing fingers at me," he snapped.

"Father brought this on himself. Trying to break past level one hundred at his age —it was madness. No one's ever done it, and now look where it's gotten him."

Henry stopped in his tracks, fists clenched, his face twisted with helpless anger. "Why does he keep pushing himself like this?"

A sudden cry split the air. "Grandfather's coughing up blood!" Frederick Prescott, Benjamin's broad-shouldered son, lurched forward, eyes wide with shock.

"We need Dr. Owen," Benjamin cut in sharply. "He's the only one who can stabilize him. So why isn't he here yet?"

"Uncle!" Lawrence forced his way to the front, his hands trembling as he held out a small pill in an open box. "I have a healing pill-please, let Grandfather take it!"

Frederick's eyes narrowed at the pill. "That thing looks dangerous. Where the hell did you get it?"

"From Lyra Thompson, the governor of Chicago," Lawrence replied, “This is a miracle pill."

Frederick let out a harsh laugh. “That scheming woman is selling miracle pills now? More like poison wrapped in a pretty shell."

"Grandfather is dying before our eyes!" Lawrence's voice rose, desperate.

"I paid everything I had-borrowed money even-to get this. I can't just watch him fade away without trying!"

"I said no!" Frederick's roar shook the chamber.

He slapped the pill from Lawrence's hand, the tiny bead clattering to the marble floor.

Before Lawrence could reach for it, Frederick ground it beneath his heel, crushing it to dust.

"We don't need your poison. You're not even worthy to stand here."

"You-" Lawrence's face flushed with fury, his hands curling into fists.

"What?" Frederick stepped forward, chest swelling, fists raised. His thick arms bulged with barely restrained violence. "You want to fight me over this?"

Everyone knew the

Prescotts were a family forged in war, their legacy carved

and bookish,

him in half. In the family's eyes,

He had nothing of the heir's swagger, no hope of standing tall in the

he wanted was to save the old man who had once carried him on his

had sacrificed everything, emptied his pockets, begged and borrowed, for that

now Frederick had destroyed

Benjamin barked, puffing up with arrogance. "My son only cares about his grandfather's safety. Who knows what poison you tried to sneak

Frederick added smugly, folding his

if you're plotting to harm Grandfather? That pill of yours looked

His authority silenced the room. “Father is dying, and you're bickering like children. What

tense silence broke when the butler rushed in, breathless.

once, Benjamin hurried forward. "Doctor Owen, thank God. Please, you must

the physician

of you,"

set down his bag, took Samuel's wrist with practiced care, and placed his instruments against the old man's fading

held its

concern. "His nerves... they're

"With my skills, there is

color. "Doctor Owen, you are the

If even you

sorry." Jonathan's voice was low, steady,

his head, rose from the bedside, and

twitching. His head turned slowly as he

this...? Such a strong medicinal scent. Tell me do you have

with mockery. "If we had such a thing, do you think we'd just stand around? Don't waste our

landed on the crushed remnants on the floor. His face froze, then twisted with anguish.

the powder off the marble with his bare hands,

he looked. "What a waste! What a terrible,

into silence. To see the most respected physician in the nation groveling on the floor for a handful of

what is going

with fury. "What's going on? How dare you ask me that? You

fate itself! And you fools—" he jabbed a trembling finger at them-"you crushed it into dirt! Who is the

at the crumbled dust on the floor. "Mr. Owen, are you serious? How

"If your

mouth at once. Faces

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