บท 486: A Mother's Sacrifice

Rebecca's eyes burned with seething rage as she watched Asher casually raise the Whisper Stone in his hand towards his lips.

"No! Don't you dare!" Her vehement outburst made Asher pause as he looked at her with a smile.

"If you dare me not to, then the more inclined I feel to do it. Perhaps you might want to reiterate what you really want to say." His voice was silk, smooth, and mocking, each word a barbed hook that wrapped around her pride.

Rebecca gritted her teeth as her face flushed in anger and frustration, knowing that he was indirectly demanding her to beg. 

"You don't want to?" Asher asked with a tilt of his head and added as he activated the whisper stone, "Fine then."

"Please...don't..." The words barely escaped her lips, a whisper torn from the very heart of her being, each syllable a piece of her pride crumbling to dust.

The very idea of her son in pain, or worse, the image of his lifeless body, was more than she could bear.