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.

she been like this?" the doctor barked, his voice

six minutes, brain death

and Jessica locked eyes, both lost in

minutes," the old

can still save her," Doctor Harris snapped, already

in rhythm. A neck brace was

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

cut

from the

for decades as our family doctor. This house has everything we need. Just do your best

Harris snapped, his patience

the equipment, the staff. If we wait any longer, we may lose her completely."

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

Kingston family for forty years, through every

watched Jasmine grow from a tiny infant

her cheek, the truth screamed in his mind. Something

father who cherished

coldly. "Get the scoop stretcher. Move her to her room. Bring

Doctor!" the nurses responded, moving

running down

everything he could, improvising with limited tools, fighting

body limp. But he knew

sat back

no one else could. They

shook as he

critical condition. Neck broken. Paralyzed.

a

"Send me her location."

hesitate. He dropped a

followed almost

Do not enter

at the screen, his

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

hiss of

deep down, Harris prayed Alex would

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

and walked to the

was seated behind his desk, his expression dark, his

is Jasmine?" Alfred

right now. But, sir...

requires a machine to keep

can't perform her duties as

sir. Almost

a low, steady voice. "Is it possible... to change

slipped silently through Jasmine's window. His boots