The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 295

David lowered his eyes, shame flickering briefly across his face.

"Maybe you're right," he admitted quietly. "I'm sorry for doubting your miracle pill."

Lyra's lips curled into a knowing smile. "Glad we're clear. Your last announcement caused my sales to plummet. That needs fixing."

Forcing a strained smile, David sighed deeply. "I'll publicly endorse it again, I promise. But you need to help me get rid of this disease first."

Alex leaned forward.

"Easy enough. Just take the miracle pill once a month, and within three months, your body will eradicate all traces of HIV. Trust the process."

"Then we're finished here," Alex said, rising smoothly from his chair.

"Wait!" David’s voice broke urgently, punctuated by a rattling cough. "There's something else. Just a moment, please."

"No rush," Alex replied, exchanging an intrigued glance with Lyra.

David signaled to one of his guards, and shortly after, a young man about seventeen stepped nervously into the room.

"This is Luther Morgan, my only surviving son," David announced, his voice edged with a rare vulnerability.

"Tell me, does he look ill to you?"

Alex frowned slightly, eyes narrowing. "Why the concern?"

David shifted uncomfortably, desperation lining his face.

"I've had three wives, each bearing me sons. None lived past twenty. Luther here is my last hope—my heir. I fear some hidden sickness might steal him from me, too."

Luther shot his father an exasperated look.

"Dad, I'm perfectly fine. I'm going to live a long, healthy life, trust me. Can I please go now? I promised to meet my best friend."

David softened, waving his hand dismissively. "Alright, go on."

As Luther hurried out, David's eyes lingered wistfully on the doorway.

The silence that fell afterward felt thick, charged with unspoken anxieties.

"Tell me honestly," David pressed, leaning heavily forward. "Will he survive long enough to give me grandchildren?"

Alex studied the space Luther had occupied moments earlier. "He appears strong, healthy—good build, stable aura. You must have been giving him the miracle pill and herbs regularly. He'll be fine."

David’s face glowed briefly, pride overshadowing his concerns. "Yes, he's bright and talented. Always winning at everything. I gave him all the best!"

Alex gave a slight nod, his expression turning serious. "He definitely has Rose’s features... but if you really want to be sure, I’d suggest a full paternity test."

The warmth vanished from David’s face, replaced by a cold, sharp stare. "Paternity test? He’s my son—I already had that done."

Alex coughed softly, maintaining steady eye contact. "Tested by a doctor who conveniently declared your entire family free of HIV?"

"His family has served mine for generations!" David snapped defensively. "I trust their judgment implicitly."

Alex raised his hands placatingly. "It's merely advice from my experience. The choice remains yours."

David’s voice dropped dangerously low. "Explain yourself."

Alex met his gaze unflinchingly. "He may not be your biological son."

David slammed his massive hand violently onto the table, his anger erupting uncontrollably.

The force flipped the table, scattering shattered glass and splintered wood across the marble floor. "What the hell are you insinuating?"

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