The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 317

Alex pressed harder, desperately fighting to save the little boy whose life hung by the thinnest thread.

Sweat streaked his face as he whispered reassurance. "Stay with me, kid. You're stronger than this."

The bodyguard jabbed a gun directly into Alex's temple. "Doc, I warned you—fix our Madame first, or you’re done."

Alex didn’t flinch. His voice came cold and fierce.

"Pull the trigger, and your precious madame can find herself another doctor. I’m not leaving this child."

Alex tore open the boy's shirt, revealing a horrific wound.

Blood had slowed but still oozed, darkening the asphalt. The child’s breaths came in shallow gasps.

Alex reached into his pocket, pulling out the miracle pills.

With a steady hand, he gently placed one in the boy's mouth.

"Hold on. You're gonna make it."

The boy’s mother watched helplessly, tears flooding her cheeks, her voice shaking with prayer.

"Oh God, please spare my son. Please."

Beside her, the father fell to his knees, pleading with the bodyguard.

"Please, he's our only child. Ten years of prayers brought him to us. Let the doctor save him."

Bystanders crowded closer, anger igniting their voices. "Leave the doctor alone! Can’t you see he's saving the kid?"

"Have you no heart? Let him work!"

The bodyguard’s eyes darted nervously around, his grip loosening slightly on the gun.

"Move! All of you!" The shrill voice cut through the chaos as Clarissa Montclair emerged from her luxury car, her head slightly injured, fury blazing in her eyes.

Snatching the gun from her guard, she fired into the air.

The sharp crack silenced everyone immediately. Clarissa, dressed extravagantly, her body gleaming with jewels, stormed forward, pointing accusingly at the trembling father.

"Are you blind or just stupid? Do you realize what your reckless driving has done? This car cost ten million dollars—and it was brand new!"

The father stammered, stunned and shaken, blood splattered on his worn clothes.

"Ma'am, your car swerved into my lane. I—"

Voices erupted from the crowd in agreement.

"It was your car that crossed the line!”

“You’re in the wrong!"

"Shut your worthless mouths!" Clarissa shrieked, firing again.

"Who gave any of you permission to speak? If my car enters your lane, you move aside. That's how it works. Are you all too stupid to grasp something so simple?"

Terrified by the gun trembling in her grip, the father’s voice faltered. "I'm...I'm sorry."

"Sorry? You think sorry fixes this mess?" Clarissa spat venomously.

"You'll pay me the full ten million plus compensation for my emotional trauma! Or I swear, your whole family will rot in prison!"

The crowd gasped, stunned by her heartless demands.

The man, dazed and desperate, stammered, "But I’m just a worker earning three thousand a month—"

"Not my problem! Sell your pathetic wife, sell your organs, sell everything you have for all I care! You owe me, and you will pay or suffer the consequences!" Clarissa snapped coldly, her face a twisted mask of arrogance and contempt.

The tension exploded like a powder keg until finally, a voice from the crowd shattered the silence.

"Have you no shame? Your car rushed right into this car, and now you're demanding money from the victim? I've got it all on my dashcam! I'll upload it, let everyone see your ugly truth."

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