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.

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

brain death may already have

in the weight of the moment. Neither

the old servant stammered,

we can still save her," Doctor

nurses kept pumping oxygen into Jasmine's lungs, their hands moving in rhythm. A neck brace was fitted. A head immobilizer clamped down to keep

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

voice cut through like

If she survives, she may already be paralyzed from the neck down. She needs

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

Harris snapped, his patience

the equipment, the staff. If we wait

you to treat her here. You'll treat her here. She's my daughter. I decide where she gets treated. Stop talking and do your damn

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

grow from a tiny infant into the young woman lying

face and the fresh mark across her

Alfred he once knew-the father who

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

Doctor!" the nurses

hours, Harris worked relentlessly, sweat running down his temple, his hands trembling

he could, improvising with limited tools, fighting against time

breaths shallow, her body limp. But he knew it wasn't enough.

Harris sat back for a

once healed Jasmine when no one else could. They had exchanged numbers back then. His last card

shook

in critical condition. Neck broken.

a reply flashed

"Send me her location."

He dropped

message followed almost

Do not enter the room for

the screen,

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

of

Harris prayed Alex would arrive before it

with formality. "Master Alfred is asking for you, Doctor Harris. He's waiting in

his coat and

expression dark,

Jasmine?" Alfred

But,

requires a machine to keep

she can't perform her duties

sir. Almost

Doctor," he said in a low, steady voice. "Is it possible... to change

Jasmine's window. His