The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 326

The night was wrapped in a deep, tired silence, a quiet that told Alex it was finally time to close up the Clinic and catch some rest.

He leaned back, feeling the weight of the day press on his shoulders, ready to lock up and call it a night.

Suddenly, the front door crashed open, shattering the silence.

Jasmine stumbled in, eyes wide with panic, her hair was tangled and disheveled, and her breaths came in sharp, desperate gasps.

At the reception desk, Josephine shot upright, her chair screeching against the floor.

"Miss Kingston—what are you—?” Josephine began, startled.

But Jasmine ignored her, eyes locking instantly onto Alex.

“Alex!” she shouted, surging forward, throwing herself into his arms. “I can't go anywhere else—I won't! Only you can help me. Please!”

Behind her, Alfred Kingston burst through the door, his tie loosened, his face pale and slick with sweat. He took in the scene quickly, his breathing ragged.

"Alex, I'm sorry for this. They couldn't stop her. She escaped from the hospital," he panted, his voice strained.

"Jasmine, please don’t trouble Mr. Alex. It’s just a minor injury; you don't need to stay in a hospital at all. We can take care of it at home."

Jasmine twisted around, her face contorted with dramatic intensity.

"Dad, you don’t get it! The wound isn’t something you can see—it’s inside me. It’s deep. I’m shattered and scared out of my mind.”

“After everything that happened today—the trauma, the kidnapping, being surrounded by strangers—Alex is the only one who makes me feel safe. I need to be near him."

Alfred hesitated again, a deep sadness creeping into his expression.

He felt responsible for Jasmine's kidnapping earlier, haunted by his inability to protect her.

“Jasmine?”

Jasmine's voice cracked with desperation. “I’m not going back! If you try to make me, I swear I'll throw myself out the window!"

"Jasmine!" Alfred gasped, clearly horrified.

She jabbed a trembling finger at her father, eyes fierce. "Go ahead—test me!"

Alfred stood rooted, torn between paternal authority and helpless surrender.

Finally, with a heavy sigh, Alfred turned towards Alex, defeat slumping his shoulders.

"Fine," Alfred conceded softly, bowing his head slightly toward Alex. "Please, Mr. Alex, can you look after her?"

"No problem," Alex replied calmly, nodding reassurance.

A moment of awkward silence followed as the three of them exchanged uncertain glances.

Jasmine broke the tension impatiently. "Dad, why are you still here? I'm fine now. You can go home."

"But—what about you?" Alfred asked cautiously.

"I have my bodyguards and a driver waiting for me. They'll take me home after Alex is done treating me," she insisted firmly.

"You're just bothering him now. Shoo, Dad. Go!"

Alfred hesitated, guilt twisting visibly in his features. He sighed deeply, finally giving in.

"Alright," Alfred murmured, looking sincerely at Alex. "Mr. Alex Please take good care of her. The doctors said trauma is common after something like this.”

“She only trusts you right now. Don't worry—I have thirty bodyguards stationed nearby."

Jasmine rolled her eyes dramatically. "Father, go home already!"

"Fine, fine," Alfred muttered, shaking his head and slowly retreating out the door.

Once Alfred had left, Alex stared at Jasmine, confusion clear on his face. “What the hell was all that about?" he demanded sharply.

Jasmine smiled, suddenly composed, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Just finishing what we started this day, Alex," she whispered slyly. "Before my father barged in and ruined everything.”

The night air felt thick with tension, each breath Alex drew seemed harder than the last.

“You still need to go home, Jasmine,” he said softly.

But Jasmine simply reached for her phone, her eyes dancing mischievously as she dialed her driver.

“Marco, throw a barbeque for the bodyguards outside. Keep them busy. No one steps inside the clinic tonight. And smash your engine—make sure it stays broken till sunrise. Got it?”

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