Read The Almighty Dominance Novel (Alexander Leonhart and Sophia Lancaster) by Sunshine Updated 2025 -26 - The Almighty Dominance Chapter 601

The Almighty Dominance Chapter 601

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Truth be told, Elliot didn’t fully understand the proverb either—it just sounded right.

Felix’s lips twitched as he prepared a comeback, but then he spotted someone familiar.

“Mom—boo-hoo—” he wailed instantly.

Miranda had arrived to pick him up.

Jonathan and Elliot exchanged a glance, both frowning.

Elliot stuck out his tongue. “You’re a big kid and still crying for your mom? Tsk. That’s embarrassing.”

Felix froze, his expression stiffening as he completely forgot to keep up his act.

Miranda, unaware of what had happened, hurried over when she saw the dust on his clothes and the smudges on his face.

“Son, what happened? Who hurt you?” she demanded, her gaze turning icy as it locked onto Jonathan and Elliot.

Jonathan met her stare without flinching.

There was a cold depth in his eyes that made Miranda’s heart jolt—the boy looked exactly like Nathaniel.

Felix wanted to complain, but Elliot’s earlier warning choked the words in his throat.

“N-no one picked on me,” he muttered.

The answer stunned everyone nearby.

Felix, who was usually the first to tattle, had suddenly gone silent. What was going on with him today?

Miranda pressed, “Then how did you get so dirty?”

Felix pursed his lips. “I just slipped.”

Miranda immediately knew he was lying.

Her sharp gaze snapped back to Jonathan and the others. “Was it you?”

Dante and Sophie flinched under her harsh tone.

Jonathan had just stepped forward when someone rushed past him—it was Yulissa, Dante’s mother.

With a fawning smile, she turned to Miranda. “Mrs. Larke, this must be a misunderstanding. Dante and Felix are the best of friends. He would never hurt him.”

As she spoke, she pinched Dante hard at his side.

“Isn’t that right, Dante?”

Dante clenched his fists, swallowing the anger rising in his chest, and said nothing.

Afraid of offending Miranda, Yulissa tugged his sleeve. “Apologize to Felix. Now.”

Dante’s eyes reddened. He bent forward, ready to apologize.

Jonathan stepped in front of him. “You just said he wouldn’t hurt Felix. So why should he apologize?”

Yulissa froze, her words catching in her throat.

Not daring to offend him, she softened her tone. “Jonathan, I just want you all to stay friendly. Dante has a bit of a temper. As his mother, I have to protect him.”

Deep down, she still believed it was her right to discipline him however she pleased.

Jonathan’s lips curved into a faint, cold smile.

“That’s not fair,” he said. “Felix already admitted he fell on his own.”

Again, Yulissa had no response.

Miranda still refused to believe it. “Jonathan, don’t try to fool me. Felix is old enough not to fall for no reason.”

Jonathan let out a short, icy laugh and pointed directly at Felix.

“Felix, did you fall on your own?”

Under Jonathan’s gaze, Felix nodded. “Yeah. I fell by myself.”

Still unwilling to let it go, Miranda crouched down. “Tell Mom the truth. Who touched you? I’ll stand up for you.”

Felix swallowed hard but didn’t dare tell her.

“Mom, really—I just slipped. It has nothing to do with anyone else.”

He refused to let Jonathan and Elliot look down on him—especially with the girls watching.

Asking his mom for help would only make him look weak.

Seeing he wouldn’t say more, Miranda sighed and relented.

“Be more careful next time.”

“Got it,” Felix said quickly.

Miranda finally led him away.

As he left, Felix cast Jonathan and Elliot two lingering looks.

Just then, Cecilia arrived, catching sight of Miranda and Felix leaving.

She hurried over. “Jon, Elliot—are you okay?”

She had been worried Miranda might have caused trouble.

The twins shook their heads in unison. “We’re fine.”

Only then did Cecilia let out a breath of relief.

Yulissa approached with a bright smile. “Ms. Cecilia, long time no see. Picking up the kids too?”

Cecilia only nodded politely. “Mm.”

“Why don’t we walk home together? It looks like we’re headed the same way,” Yulissa suggested, eager to build a connection.

Cecilia’s reply was cool. “You’re mistaken. We’re going in the opposite direction.”

Then she turned to the boys.

“Let’s go home.”

“Okay.”

She led them away without another word.

Watching them leave, Yulissa muttered under her breath, “Isn’t your aunt supposed to be friends with Cecilia? So aloof. And your Aunt Vivian is just as bad.”

“She married into the Sinclair family but won’t help her own relatives at all!”

Dante pressed a hand to his forehead, a headache forming instantly.

Why did everything have to depend on others? Why couldn’t they just work harder themselves?

“Mom, please stop,” he said, his voice tight. “I don’t want to hear this.”

Yulissa grabbed his arm and dragged him forward. “You ungrateful child!”

As he was pulled along, Dante stared at the ground, sadness filling his eyes.

He wished his mother would protect him the way Jonathan and Elliot’s did.

Even being half as protective as Felix’s mom would be enough.

Across the parking lot, Felix climbed into the car beside Miranda.

She brushed dust off his clothes—then froze when she saw a clear sneaker print on the seat of his pants.

Her hand stopped midair.

“Felix… are you lying to me?” she asked, eyes narrowing.

Felix blinked. “Mom, I’m not.”

She pointed at the mark. “Then explain this.”

Cornered, Felix muttered, “Jon kicked me.”

“What?” Miranda’s anger flared instantly. “That unwanted child dared to hit you—and you still tried to cover for him?”

Felix shrank back under her fury.

“He… he threatened me,” Felix stammered. “He said I couldn’t tell the truth.”

Miranda clenched her fists. “That child has gone too far.”

“Mom, help me,” Felix pleaded, tears welling up.

A flicker of satisfaction crossed his eyes.

Now that his mother was involved, Jonathan and Elliot would definitely be taught a lesson.

If you want, I can continue refining the next section or align the tone moreto ward darker, sharper, or more dramatic tension.