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.

the

more than six minutes, brain death may already

in

minutes," the old servant stammered,

praying we can still save her," Doctor Harris snapped,

lungs, their hands moving in rhythm. A neck brace was fitted. A head immobilizer clamped down to

her to a hospital now," Harris said firmly. "We don't have enough

voice cut

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

for decades as our family doctor. This house has

snapped,

trauma facilities, the equipment, the staff. If we wait

into the wall. "I told you to treat her here. You'll treat her here. She's my

Harris froze. He'd been with the Kingston family for forty years, through every birth, every sickness, every

Jasmine grow from a tiny infant into the young woman lying

looking at her bruised face and the fresh mark across her cheek, the truth screamed in

father who cherished his daughter-was

the scoop stretcher. Move her to her room. Bring every piece

nurses

down his temple, his hands trembling

did everything he could, improvising with limited tools,

shallow, her body limp. But he knew it wasn't enough. Not here. Not with these

Harris sat back

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

shook as he

is in critical condition. Neck broken. Paralyzed.

later, a

"Send me her location."

hesitate. He dropped a pin and

message followed

enter the room

stared at the screen, his chest

thread without another word, then slipped his phone back

the hiss of oxygen

Alex would

the guards entered the room, his voice stiff with formality. "Master Alfred is asking for you, Doctor Harris. He's waiting in

coat and walked to

was seated behind his desk, his expression dark, his fingers drumming

Jasmine?" Alfred

right now. But, sir... she's permanently paralyzed

a machine

saying she can't perform her duties as

sir. Almost

said in a low, steady voice. "Is it possible...

slipped silently through Jasmine's