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

were a family forged in war, their legacy carved by martial strength. Frederick, powerful and

and

from Frederick would break him in half. In the family's

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

man who had once carried him on his

his pockets, begged and

destroyed

only cares about his grandfather's safety. Who knows what poison you tried

right," Frederick added smugly, folding his arms with his father's

pill of yours

“Father is dying, and you're bickering like children. What do you think you're

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

forward. "Doctor Owen, thank God. Please, you must save my

the physician to the

all of you," Jonathan

with practiced care,

room held

before Jonathan finally spoke, his brow furrowed deep with concern. "His nerves... they're shattered. He

and final. "With my skills, there is little I

color. "Doctor Owen,

country. If even you can't help him, then who

sorry." Jonathan's voice was low,

his head, rose from the bedside, and

nose twitching. His head turned

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

tone sharp with mockery. "If we had such a thing, do

landed on the crushed remnants on the floor. His face froze, then twisted with anguish. "No..." His voice cracked.

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

care how he looked. "What a

Prescott family stared, stunned into silence. To see the most respected physician in

what is going on?"

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

treasure beyond price. Rare, priceless, and blessed by fate itself! And you fools—" he jabbed a

pointing at the crumbled dust on the floor. "Mr. Owen, are you serious? How could that white, broken thing be a miracle pill?

his eyes burning with contempt. "If your grandfather had taken this pill, his life could have been

every mouth at once. Faces drained

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