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?"

stilled. Everyone knew the

war, their legacy carved by

slight and bookish,

break him in half. In the family's eyes, Lawrence was a shadow, tolerated

but not with fear-with rage. He had nothing of the heir's swagger,

once carried him on his shoulders, who had

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

now Frederick had destroyed

puffing up with arrogance. "My son only cares about his grandfather's safety.

right," Frederick added smugly, folding his arms with his

harm Grandfather? That pill

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

the butler rushed in, breathless. "They're here!

Benjamin hurried forward. "Doctor Owen, thank God.

ushered the physician to

calm, all of

bag, took Samuel's wrist with practiced care, and placed his

held its

Jonathan finally spoke, his brow furrowed deep with concern. "His nerves... they're shattered. He pushed himself far beyond his limits in pursuit of advancement.

exhaled, grim and final. "With my skills, there

"Doctor

you can't

am sorry." Jonathan's voice was

head, rose from the bedside, and began to

nose twitching.

medicinal scent. Tell me

his tone sharp with mockery. "If we had such a

scanned the room, eyes sharp, until they landed on the crushed remnants on the floor. His face froze, then

a heartbeat, the dignified doctor dropped to his knees. He scraped the powder off the marble with his bare hands, frantic, desperate,

shattered, he didn't care how he looked.

respected physician in

Owen... what is going on?" Benjamin finally

fury. "What's going on? How dare

done? This isn't just medicine-it's a treasure beyond price. Rare, priceless, and blessed by fate itself! And you fools—" he jabbed a trembling finger at them-"you crushed it into

are you serious? How could that white, broken thing be

head snapped toward him, his eyes burning with contempt. "If your grandfather had taken this pill,

mouth

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