The Almighty Dominance

"Shut your mouth! You're just an old servant-don't speak about things you don't understand!" Jessica's voice exploded through the room.

Her eyes burned with fury as she pointed toward the door. "Go! Call doctor Harris. He should be in the dining room!"

The servant bolted without hesitation.

"Damn it!" Alfred slammed his fist into the table, veins bulging on his forehead.

"She can't die! She still has to marry Logan. She still has to secure Vancouver!" His rage poured out like fire.

Everything he built, everything he planned-gone in an instant. It felt like the entire world was mocking him, daring to block his rise.

He wanted control. He had to win against the King, no matter the cost.

Jessica's face twisted with panic.

"Damn you, Alfred! You knew she was fragile, yet you struck her with the strength of a man trained in martial arts! She's your daughter, not an enemy! Who will control Vancouver now? What are we supposed to tell Logan?"

Alfred's chest heaved with rage, spittle flying as he shouted back.

"This is her fault! She dared to insult me-her own father! She said I was lower than a dog. She deserved this! She was supposed to obey, to say 'yes' to every word I spoke. Since when did she think she had the right to rebel?"

Jessica's eyes narrowed. "Of course since she met Alex. I've known it for a long time. Ever since then, she's changed."

"She no longer listens to us. She fought her own brother. She lost all respect for this family. We should have crushed her defiance from the start."

Her gaze fell to Jasmine's still body on the floor. "What if she's already dead?"

Alfred clutched his head with both hands. "We are not losing Vancouver. I'll have Kelly impersonate Jasmine. She'll take her place and keep control of Vancouver for us."

Jessica's lips curved into a cold smirk. "Good. If Jasmine lives, she'll only betray us. Better she stays gone."

At that moment, the doctor rushed in with two nurses.

They dropped to their knees beside Jasmine, working frantically. The doctor pressed his fingers to her neck, his expression draining of all color.

He looked up, his face grave.

The old servant's voice cracked, tears streaming down his wrinkled cheeks. "Doctor... is she dead?"

"I need to check thoroughly," the doctor said firmly, pulling equipment from his case with steady, practiced hands.

He flicked on a small penlight and pulled open Jasmine's eyelids.

The beam cut across her pupils. If there was life, her eyes would react. If not, the darkness would remain.

The light reflected off glassy eyes. The doctor's breath caught. He snapped into action, his voice sharp, commanding.

"She's alive but not breathing. Possible high cervical spinal cord injury-C1 to C3. That would paralyze her diaphragm and stop her breathing. Prepare bag-valve- mask ventilation. Now!"

The nurses scrambled, snatching up the equipment. One fitted the mask over Jasmine's face while the other began pumping oxygen into her lungs.

like this?" the doctor barked, his voice laced with

minutes, brain death may already have

eyes, both lost in the weight of the moment. Neither

six minutes," the old servant stammered,

save her," Doctor Harris snapped,

lungs, their hands moving in rhythm. A neck

her to a hospital now," Harris said

voice cut through

already be paralyzed from the neck down. She needs a ventilator-machines to keep her alive. She's in critical condition.

"Doctor Harris, we've trusted you for decades as our family doctor. This

Harris snapped,

Angeles Prime. They have full trauma facilities, the equipment, the staff. If we wait any longer, we may lose her completely." "Enough!" Alfred's

the wall. "I told you to treat her here. You'll treat her here. She's my daughter. I decide where she gets treated. Stop talking and

family for forty years, through every birth, every

infant into the young woman lying broken

the fresh mark across her cheek, the truth screamed in his mind. Something was wrong. Something

once knew-the father who cherished his daughter-was

a heavy breath. "Fine," he said coldly. "Get the scoop stretcher. Move her to her room. Bring every piece of medical equipment

the nurses responded, moving

sweat running down his temple, his hands trembling only when no one

did everything he could, improvising with limited tools, fighting against time

Jasmine barely alive-her breaths shallow, her body limp. But

sat back for a

remembered Alex. The boy who had once healed Jasmine when no one else could. They

shook as

broken. Paralyzed. Please come if

a reply flashed

"Send me her location."

didn't hesitate. He dropped a pin and hit

message followed almost

enter the room for the

stared at the screen,

that meant. He deleted the thread without another word, then slipped his phone back into

silent except for the hiss of

deep down, Harris prayed Alex would arrive before it was too

"Master Alfred is asking for you,

coat and walked to the

his desk, his expression dark, his fingers

is Jasmine?"

But, sir... she's permanently

a machine

she can't perform

difficult, sir.

he said in a low, steady voice. "Is it possible... to change someone's face?

Alex slipped silently through Jasmine's window. His