Chapter 842: 842-The Crazy In Her
Helanie:
There was craziness in her voice, and the look on her face told me she had lost her mind. If she hadn’t, she wouldn’t be holding my daughter like that.
"Please let her go," I requested.
"Let her go? And then what? Let you attack me?" she grimaced, glaring at Norman.
I understood what was wrong with these women. They were so scared of making the wrong choice that they ended up taking the wrong step. It was heartbreaking. I was never going to ask Norman to sacrifice her. I had even promised her. Yet she took this step, putting me in such a tough spot.
"I told you, Jessica, I will never let anyone hurt you," I reminded her. She grimaced at me, raising her finger.
"You stay out of it. I’m not even going to talk to you. This is all happening because of you. How much are you going to take away from everyone, Helanie? How much?" she growled, her eyes full of anger.
Norman turned to me gently, giving me a look with his eyes, letting me know not to intervene, because it seemed like my voice only made her angrier.
"Okay, what about me? Do you not trust me as well?" he asked carefully.
Norman was going to play along with her. The way she held my daughter was terrifying. Her fists were clenched behind my baby’s back, and I knew Norman had noticed it too.
"I would have loved to trust you, but not after I heard how the others sacrificed their mates. I know you and Emmet are in pain, so it’s only a matter of time before you decide that I should be the one who dies, not her," Jessica snapped, her tone harsh as she looked at me.
"No, Jessica, do you not know me? I will never kill an innocent person just to save myself," Norman said, almost offended that she thought he would accept such a thing.
"I don’t know. I can’t trust any of you. Besides, I can’t watch you die," she said softly this time, her eyes beginning to water.
"I’m not gonna die, okay? I told you, we’re finding a way to dodge this curse," Norman said. But as soon as he took one step forward, she stepped back and pointed her finger at him.
"No. I don’t trust you," she shouted. "I know what I want to do. I want you to make a decision right now," she demanded confidently, making Norman and me share a quick glance before turning back to her.
My mother had come out of the house with Lord McQuoid, but they stayed silent. We were afraid any sudden movement would push Jessica into taking a reckless step.
"What choice?" Norman asked. A smirk crept onto the corner of her lips.
"Well, you have to pick. And trust me, I’m not going to ask you to pick between me and Helanie, because I already know who you would pick."
She let out a little laugh, but it was more devastated than amused. I was afraid to ask who she wanted him to choose between, but she didn’t wait. She explained herself.
"You have to pick between your beloved Helanie or your daughter."
The minute those words left her lips, my heart skipped a beat. I didn’t expect her to say that, to be this cunning, this cruel. I knew it was wrong to suddenly call her evil, but her demand was truly wrong.
"What do you mean, Jessica?" Norman’s tone was harsher now as he questioned her.
"I told you what I mean. It’s very simple. If you want your baby to survive, you have to toss Helanie into the well of sacrifice," she hissed. A gasp escaped me, and my mother yelped behind me.
"Jessica, you’re not saying it. It’s the crazy in you, the fear in you, that’s making you say that," Norman said. He was the only one speaking, because every time I tried, she only grew more aggressive.
"No, I’m the one saying it. Very openly. Because I know you’re going to make a sacrifice. And I’m not going to be sacrificed this time. I’ve already lost everything. I will not be the one to die. So tell me, Mr. Norman, what is your decision? Do you love your mate so much that you would watch your daughter die?"
As she said that, both Norman and I closed our eyes and stepped back. Just hearing her speak about our daughter that way was unbearable.
"Pick my daughter, save her," I said to Norman but he silenced me with a harsh look.
"This is the very reason you are becoming a bad person!" my mother screamed from behind me.
I instantly turned and gave her a look, warning her not to say anything that would anger Jessica more.
"Really? That makes me the bad person? See, I knew you were going to find a reason to call me bad. But I don’t care. I told you, you have five minutes, Norman. After that, I’m going to do something to the baby that will make me truly look like a bad person."
She started to smile, but it was that wild smile with wild eyes.
And then, to make matters worse, one of the Zharns appeared out of nowhere. It came out from behind the tree, clearly looking for a target. Jessica must have had a crazy idea in her head.
"Come on, I don’t think you even have five minutes anymore. Make a decision, or else I’ll hand your daughter over to that Zharn," she said, pointing in its direction. Our eyes widened.
"How could you do this, Jessica? How could you live such a perfect life just to throw it all away in the end?" I shouted, finally unable to stay quiet.
"Because it’s time I fight for myself, or else I’ll end up like the others," she snapped.
"And you think that won’t land you in trouble? What do you think will happen after you hurt my baby?" Norman asked.
A sad smile spread across her lips.
"As soon as I hurt your baby? You didn’t even mention Helanie, so I guess that’s your decision. You’d rather watch your baby die than let anything happen to your mate. Well, that’s sad. I hope you’ll be able to face your daughter in the afterlife and tell her why she was the one who ended up dead instead of her mother. Because I already got your answer."
As soon as Jessica said that, she started stepping backward.