The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 411

At noon, their private jet touched down at the Kane estate.

The Kane family was one of Vermont’s oldest ruling lineages, and their headquarters reflected centuries of power.

The mansion rose like a fortress of wealth, its sprawling gardens and ponds arranged by the most renowned feng shui masters.

Every tree, every stone, every ripple of water was placed to channel fortune endlessly toward the Kane bloodline.

Hundreds of guards patrolled the perimeter, their eyes sharp, rifles steady.

Bella walked at Alex’s side, her fingers clutching the back of his shirt as if it were her lifeline.

She stayed close, almost sheltered in his shadow, her steps timid but steady.

She longed to pull him nearer, but shyness held her back, stealing her courage—yet the fear of losing him kept her grip unbreakable.

“Alex, you’re finally here. Please, help us check on Jericho—something’s happened to him.”

At the entrance, Lidia stood with her butler, her face pale and frantic.

“I’ll check him,” Alex said firmly. “Lead the way.”

Lidia’s eyes flickered with doubt. “Are you sure you can cure him?” Her voice cracked with panic.

“I can’t promise anything,” Alex answered. “I need to examine him first. If it’s just an ordinary illness, it will be simple. But if it’s rare, the outcome depends on the severity. Some things aren’t easy to cure.”

“Please—quickly. Follow me.”

Lidia spun on her heels, frowning, and hurried inside.

Alex and Bella followed close behind until they reached a lavish ward filled with state-of-the-art medical equipment.

Specialists clustered together, whispering anxiously as they tried to devise a treatment.

On the bed lay Jericho Kane. The once-charismatic governor was now unrecognizable. His skin carried a bluish tinge, his lips darkened to a dreadful purple.

Alex stepped forward. He placed his fingers on Jericho’s wrist, feeling his pulse, then checked his eyes and mouth. His expression hardened.

Jericho had been poisoned. Not by something ordinary, but by a venom so rare and vicious that only one name surfaced in Alex’s mind—the Kingswell.

This poison was a secret weapon, forged by the Kingswell under the king’s command—crafted to bring down the most dangerous of enemies.

And now, that same toxin had been unleashed on Jericho Kane.

But the king had given no such order. Which meant only two people could have released it—Kelly or Alfred Kington, former Kingswell.

They had dared to use the poison without permission.

“Alex… how is my father? Can you save him?” Bella’s voice trembled, fragile as glass.

Alex’s eyes lingered on Jericho before he spoke. “It’s complicated. But I’ll try.”

Because this poison wasn’t just deadly—it was cunning.

It could splinter into one hundred and eight variations, each more insidious than the last, shifting form depending on how it entered the body and how much time had passed.

The poison changed automatically with the flow of time, twisting itself into deadlier versions at every turn.

And Alex knew he was facing one of the deadliest puzzles of all.

This poison was designed with no cure. Once it took hold, the victim was left to wait for death.

“Try?” Scarlet’s voice cut through the room as she stormed forward.

Her eyes blazed with fury. “This is my uncle’s life we’re talking about, and all you can say is you’ll try? Are you out of your mind?”

“If you don’t have the ability, just admit it! Why play games with his life—do you think my uncle is your laboratory rabbit?”

“Enough, Scarlet!” Lidia stopped her.

“But, Aunt—”

“Let’s hear from him first.” Lidia’s trembling gaze locked on Alex. “Please… tell me what you think of my husband’s condition.”

Alex straightened.

“Mrs. Kane, your husband has been struck with a poison unlike any other. Every thirty minutes to an hour, its properties shift—it mutates into a new form.”

“This toxin wasn’t made to be cured. It was created for one purpose only: to kill. If we want even a chance of saving him, we’ll have to gamble. His life hangs on a knife’s edge.”

Lidia’s face crumpled. “That’s not what I want to hear! I want my husband to recover—completely!”

Panic swallowed her reason, making her forget that Alex had once cured Bella of an illness that no one else could.

In her fear, she no longer wanted the truth—only hope.

Scarlet pressed her advantage. “Aunt, no one’s perfect. Maybe he saved Bella, but every sickness demands a different cure. Poison is another world entirely. My mother already brought the best doctor for this. He’s a true specialist. Please, let him treat Uncle.”

“Who?” Lidia asked.

“It’s me,” a calm voice answered. “Doctor Kevin Witherspoon.”

Through the open door, a group of figures in white coats filed into the ward.

At the front strode a thin, sharp-featured man, his eyes gleaming with cold confidence and calculation.

Beside him walked a plump, middle-aged woman.

“Mother,” Scarlet called, rushing toward her.

“Beatrice Kane?” Lidia gasped, stunned.

The Kane family had always been ruled by men.

Though Beatrice was the elder sibling and Jericho the younger, tradition had denied her any claim to leadership.

Jericho had carried the patriarch’s torch, leaving Beatrice with nothing.

“I heard Jericho had fallen gravely ill,” Beatrice said smoothly.

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