I transmigrated and got a husband and a son!-Chapter 1178: Judgement call

[They want Ulysses dead so they can pin his death on you!]

[I need to assassinate Ulysses Ebonhart once he stepped foot in the Reaper’s territory.]

[It was the three families.]

Ulysses sat on the sofa with his elbow resting on his legs and his hands linked like he was praying. Ever since Deborah had left him to rest in this room, he had been more restless than ever. How could he rest when all he could think about was how could the other families betray the Ebonhart?

As far as he knew, they had to make Hera become the new head of the Oxley.

Why would they frame her? Not just that, but they wanted him dead just for that to happen.

His stomach turned at the mere thought of how the other families would go just to drag the entire Oxley Family down.

"Did they have a change of heart while I was on the way here?" he wondered, only to shake his head. "That’s impossible. Even if they were reconsidering, my family wouldn’t allow them to sacrifice me."

His thin jaw tightened at the thought. "Or did they betray the Ebonhart?"

The assassin said three families. Ulysses was certainly one of the families that didn’t know about this was the Ebonhart. They couldn’t betray him like this!

"Ugh...!" Ulysses clasped his hair in distress. "What am I going to do?"

This was the absolute worst!

And this was all happening while he was in Hera Cruel’s territory. Although she had saved him from this assassination, Ulysses had seen enough of what Hera could do. She was able to make that assassin confess out of pure horror. But he was sure scaring the assassin was the simplified explanation.

She did more than pull up a chainsaw and threatened the man to speak. She got into the assassin’s head, played with his heart by bringing a defective old chainsaw, and made the assassin wonder whether each pull would be the last time he would have his leg.

"We studied those things..." he murmured, eyes downcast. "... but even the top student couldn’t perfect it so smoothly."

Another deep exhale escaped him as he closed his eyes. ’I can’t just ask her to let me go home and tell my family what happened here. She won’t let me.’

At this point, Ulysses felt bitter about judging Ram earlier. After all, Ram warned him not to land and not negotiate if they still wanted to leave this territory. But alas, not only Ulysses didn’t listen to the old man, but he even treated him impolitely just because he wasn’t the boss.

The Reapers aren’t as one would expect in terms of hierarchy. From his brief time here, the young man realized there was no hierarchy in this place. If anything, their roles sound like just some sort of formality, and the only official role in their organization was Hera’s spot.

While Ulysses was self-reflecting, the door suddenly snapped him back from his depressing thoughts. Looking up, he caught Hera strutting in.

"Hera," he jumped from his seat, only to see her motion her hand for him to sit down. "I thought you didn’t want to see me anymore?"

"I don’t think I said that, and even if I did, I don’t care what I said." Hera casually sat down in the chair opposite him. "What do you think?"

"Huh?"

"Ulysses Ebonhart, I hate stupidity." Her expression was distant and plain. "Tiger didn’t send you away just so you can relax, and I didn’t leave you alone for hours just to speak with someone who can only say ’huh?’ to me."

Ulysses gulped and nodded. "I’m sorry."

"So?" Hera cocked her head to the side. "Who do you think they were?"

"The rest of the Secret Family except the Oxley and the Ebonhart!" Ulysses intoned. "They’re the only ones who would do this! Who else?"

"Who else?" she propped her jaw against her knuckles, eyes still on the young man. "Couldn’t it be that Florence Oxley is behind this?"

"What?"

"It makes sense." she shrugged. "Who knows? The other two families probably saw that it was no use in fighting the Oxley. Therefore, they decided to support her so once this was over, they could keep their spot." freeweɓnøvel.com

"No way!"

"No?" Hera arched a brow. "Ulysses, you do understand that once Florence kills me — the only competent person who could take away her throne from her — she would come after the Four Families, am correct?"

Ulysses pressed his lips as he clenched his teeth. His silence, however, was already a giveaway.

"And the only reason you came to me with that pathetic offer is because you were all scared of the Oxley Family," she continued. "It’s not about the Will or rights or your morals for fighting justice for the late master Oxley. But rather, the Four Families are scared of Florence’s growing power, not just in the Secret Society."

Again, Ulysses didn’t answer, but the bitterness in his eyes told her it was true.

"I’m sorry," he breathed out. "The will is not a lie or that we suspect Florence for killing the late master Oxley. But all you said was true as well. Florence Oxley might be considered number two, but everyone knows that is not the case anymore. I’m sorry."

"Don’t be."

He slowly looked up at her, confused. "Why?"

"Because if I were you, I would’ve worded it the same way. Though not the same words, I’ll still try to get someone to think I’m doing them a favor and not the other way around." She shrugged. "Initially, I was thinking the three families were the Capeti’s, Ashton’s, and the Ebonhart."

"What?!" he gasped, but more than that, he was more concerned about another thing. "How did you know the other families?"

"Instead of asking that, aren’t you curious how I came into thinking the Ebonhart is included?" she returned, shutting him up at once. "Because you didn’t seem like the person who has the chance to be the head of the family, and making you a scapegoat won’t hurt the family structure. But then, it got me thinking. Even if that made sense to me, what’s in it for the other families to frame me? Your death might not hurt the Ebonhart, but they would have made an enemy of me, which is equally bad if you were ever the heir."

"Does that make sense to you, Ulysses?"

It doesn’t.