Xavier’s voice carried a note of reassurance, his persistence unwavering as he tried to reason with me.
"Zelda, Brother isn’t the impulsive 17-year-old he once was. He’s not going to fly off the handle. You can tell him, and it’ll be fine—"
I couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. They slipped down my cheeks, and my voice trembled as I interrupted him.
"Brother, are you refusing to help me? Don’t you understand? I can’t let him know."
The memory of Duan Kun flashed in my mind, his hands pinning me against the wall. I’d been terrified, but even at that moment, I was thinking. I can’t let him succeed. I can’t let this happen.
Because if he had, James would have lost control. He would’ve sought revenge without hesitation, just like he did years ago, his hands stained with b
