Chapter 1931: Why Did You Harm Me?

“Let me, Mr. Lann,” Roxanne offered. Lucian reacted swiftly, restraining Jones. She turned the doorknob, a silver needle clutched in her hand.

James spoke. “Lucian, Roxanne, please don't enter. I must face this alone. I'm going to try to reach her!”

Roxanne paused, turning to Lucian. Jones, hearing this, became anxious. “No! We can't leave him alone. James! Stop! Don't torture your mother anymore.”

“Calm down, Mr. Lann,” Lucian instructed coldly.

Jones, though still anxious, regained some composure. “Lucian, what should we do? We can't let her act like Sheba for long. That's what Roxanne said, isn't it?”

“Yes. I know. But James is with her now. He won't hurt his mother! I'm sure he feels as you do. Do you understand, Mr. Lann?”

Mrs. Lann wouldn't break this cycle if left unchecked. While she had improved after their visit to the ancient sorcerer in Alendor, he was deceased. Where could they find another like him?

Lucian considered the consequences before deciding to support James. Roxanne immediately grasped his meaning.

She comforted Jones, “Mr. Lann, I understand James’s predicament. Let him try to reconcile the conflicting personalities within Mrs. Lann. It might work! Don't worry. I'll assist if needed.”

Though unsure of James's success, Roxanne reassured Jones to calm him. It worked.

“James, if anything is amiss, let us know!” Lucian called through the study door.

Inside, James looked at Yennefer and nodded. No, it wasn't his mother; it was Aunt Sheba, unable to accept her sister's death—a personality his mother had created.

“Please sit, Aunt Sheba. We need to talk.” James was surprised by his own calmness. Previously, Yennefer’s viciousness would have shattered him, but now, things were different. He acknowledged Sheba's presence and the need for conversation.

“Talk? You killed me, you cruel man! I fell into the well because of you! I'm your mother's twin! How could you?” Yennefer screamed.

Her accusations raged, but James remained unafraid. He looked at her calmly.

“Aunt Sheba, it was an accident. I never intended to harm you. Please, sit,” James said calmly.

Sheba glared, gritting her teeth. “Why? Why did you kill me? I cared for you! I gave you everything! I loved you!”

Sadness filled James's eyes. “Yes, Aunt Sheba, you're right. But you changed. You became jealous of my mother. You wanted to replace her, didn't you?”

James took control, demanding an explanation from Sheba.