Book 8: Chapter 51
“Goodnight, then…”
Castell made a small bow, and then closed the door to her room. Elizabeth sighed. Right after she picked up the cup with her sleeping medication placed at her bedhead, she hesitated for a moment before placing it back down. She looked at her empty surroundings then picked up the long sword by the side of her bed. She coldly said, “Vyvyan, if you’re going to come here, come in through the main door.”
A gust of wind blew, and then Vyvyan appeared from the side. She wore an obvious look of anger on her face as she looked at Elizabeth. Elizabeth sighed. She sat up and asked, “Why are you so angry? If you want to talk about the incident, I have no response. It was my mistake. My son has already finished talking about it with me, too. What else do you want?”
Vyvyan looked at Elizabeth and raged, “That’s not what I’m here for! Yes, I’m extremely angry, but that’s not what I’m here to talk about! Why did you make my son kill?! Why did you make my son kill?!! I spent over ten years trying to prevent him from becoming a blood-thirsty monster, like you, so why did you let him kill?! Why?!!!!”
Seated from her bed, Elizabeth looked at Vyvyan. Her anger gradually appeared in her eyes. She indifferently replied, “He’s my son. I can get him to do anything I want. Isn’t it the same for you? Why does my son have to love you, you old hag, and carry on your bloodline?”
“That’s different!” Vyvyan looked at Elizabeth and clenched her fists tightly. She suppressed her voice as she roared, “I did it for my son’s future and happiness. Without me, how could he be with the girl he likes? But what about you? You had my son kill. You made him turn into the blood-thirsty monster you are! Do you know how much my heart aches?!”
Elizabeth met Vyvyan’s eyes and fearlessly responded, “That’s your heart that’s aching. I, on the other hand, am glad and consoled.”
“You bitch!”
“Vyvyan, have you not overlooked something?” Elizabeth looked at Vyvyan, who was fuming with rage. She stood up, pressed her hand on her shoulder and went on, “He’s my son. I want him to become the way I want him to. That’s my responsibility as a mother!”