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

in war, their legacy carved by martial

and

would break him in half. In the family's eyes, Lawrence

you've gone too far!" Lawrence's voice shook, but not with fear-with rage. He had nothing of

him on his shoulders, who had been more than

emptied his pockets, begged

now Frederick had destroyed it before

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

smugly, folding

That pill of yours looked more like

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

rushed in,

Owen, thank God. Please, you

physician

calm, all of

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

held its

nerves... they're shattered. He pushed himself far beyond his limits in

final. "With my skills, there is little

of color. "Doctor

you can't help him, then

sorry." Jonathan's voice was low,

his head, rose from the bedside,

twitching. His head turned slowly as

medicinal scent. Tell me do you have a miracle

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

Jonathan ignored him. He scanned the room, eyes sharp, until they landed on the crushed remnants on the floor. His face froze, then twisted with anguish.

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

composure shattered, he didn't care how he looked. "What a waste! What a terrible, unforgivable

Prescott family stared, stunned into silence. To see the most respected physician in the nation groveling on the floor for a handful

is going on?" Benjamin

up, his eyes blazing with fury. "What's going on? How dare you ask me that? You destroyed a miracle pill!" His voice thundered

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

"Mr. Owen, are you serious? How

eyes burning with contempt. "If your grandfather had taken this pill, his

every mouth at once. Faces drained

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