I transmigrated and got a husband and a son!-Chapter 1191: Be the next head of the family

Meanwhile...

’Three hours...’ Hera was torn between awe and mortification at Charlotte. She had given this young lady three hours to process her emotions and to find the ’right’ words for her to say. But it had been two hours and a half and all Charlotte had said was a bunch of nonsense.

Even Ram was a little concerned about Charlotte’s mental state. The latter had spoken about many things. None of them were connected to why she was here and what she truly wanted from Hera.

"My mother owns private jets, but I never rode one. They look scary, I think," Charlotte continued as she finally managed to sit up on the other side of the backseat. Her hands were still bound. "Do I really look pale than normal? I was mistaken as a ghost not long ago."

Hera stared at Charlotte in confusion, not bothering to reply to the young lady. She heard enough bullshit from her.

"You..." she trailed off, surprised that despite all Charlotte’s nonsense, the latter managed to render her speechless. Both Hera and Ram couldn’t help but see this as Charlotte’s special skill. Hera was surrounded by people with strong personalities, people who also had smart mouths and a wide knowledge of the art of insult. But none of them rendered her speechless like Charlotte.

"Charlotte Oxley, do you realize you spent the last two hours and a half saying things I don’t care about?" Hera inquired out of pure curiosity. "Did you hit your head when you were a baby and never recovered from it? Be truthful."

Charlotte pursed her lips, and she puffed her cheeks. "I’m just trying to liven up the mood."

Liven up the mood?

"I guess you were considered a social butterfly in the secret society since you surely know how to do exactly that." Hera’s eyes went wide as she leaned back as if she was afraid to contract whatever disease Charlotte was carrying.

Charlotte held back a smile miserably as she murmured. "I’m not a social butterfly, but some people told me I’m a natural."

"!!!"

Ram bit his tongue to hold back a laugh, propping his elbow on the window while his knuckles pressed on his mouth. He watched Hera grow up and one thing he could say with certainty was that Hera often had the last thing to say. Hence, Ram found these past two hours interesting.

Perhaps, it was because Hera was surrounded by people with strong personalities, they couldn’t easily ignore Hera’s nonsense. They always felt like sassing back to her, which was something she wanted in the first place. But with Charlotte, Hera’s sarcasm had no effect neither her clever metaphors. The young lady couldn’t pick them up!

"Ugh..." Hera massaged her nape to lower her rising stress. "God. Why are you like this?"

Charlotte blinked innocently. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

"It’s a misfortune!" Hera hissed, making Charlotte flinch. "If the real reason you came to me is to prove you’re a walking distress, well, good job! You’ve proven your point."

Charlotte shrunk under her gaze, a little surprised Hera could show so many emotions in the blink of an eye. Moments ago, Hera was akin to a mountain that wouldn’t budge, no matter what natural calamity struck the world.

"Oh, god." Hera pinched the bridge of her nose. "Now, killing you is more like a pathetic act. It’ll just make me look petty."

"But you are not petty..." Charlotte trailed off when Hera glared at her. "I’m sorry."

"Miss, you only have a few minutes with Hera." This time, Ram cleared his throat and chimed in to help Hera. "You should speak now and tell everything because once your time’s up, you won’t get this chance again. Never."

Charlotte bit her inner bottom lips as she looked at Ram and then back at Hera. "I already said what I wanted to say."

"Huh?" Hera arched a brow while Ram looked back.

In which part of her nonsense did she sneak in her important message? Both Hera and Ram intuitively retracted everything Charlotte said in the past two hours. None of them made sense that concerned their current situation.

"I told you that I am not loved by my mother and that killing me doesn’t make a difference," Charlotte said in a tiny voice. "And because of that, I assumed you already know that I’m here to beg you not to fight her."

Hera scoffed at her while Ram was out of words.

"But clearly, you won’t change your mind even if I beg you. So, I just spent the last two hours trying to process my death," Charlotte continued in the same tiny voice, lowering her head under Hera’s gaze. "I still can’t say I accept it, but it’s okay now. I guess that’s just how it is. Though I’m not glad it’s you who’s going to do it."

"..."

Ram slowly looked back at Hera, only to see the latter staring at Charlotte with mixed emotions.

"When I decided to do whatever it took to meet you, I thought I could change your mind," Charlotte smiled as she chuckled weakly. "But then, I realized that you have all the reasons to come after my mother and the entire family. Talking you out of it is more of an insult to you and I don’t want to make my cousin feel that I came to see her to invalidate her feelings on our first meeting." ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

"I’d be also enraged if I went through what you had gone through," she added, her voice breaking as if she was simply mustering the courage to continue. "It just so happened that... the person who did all that to you and your family is my mother."

"Are you saying you’re okay if I kill your mother?" Hera arched a brow, but Charlotte shook her head.

"No. She might not love me, but I love her. She’s still my mother." Charlotte smacked her lips and forced an even broader smile. "But I also think that if you don’t stop her, the other families will. If they can’t, then someone in the future will. My mother isn’t the type to stop once she gets what she wants. There’s always more and nothing’s ever enough. And she’ll do this all over again until someone finally put a stop to it."

Her eyes softened at the realization she had just by being in this car with Hera. Hera might have not talked a lot, but whenever she talked to Ram or anyone on the phone, Charlotte could feel Hera’s reason for this battle wasn’t just for mere self-gain or revenge.

"I told myself that there’s no need for more unnecessary bloodshed," Charlotte whispered with a helpless smile. "But then, I realized if blood doesn’t spill tonight, there would be more unnecessary bloodshed in the future if no one stops my mother."

Hera leaned back, almost surprised that this young lady could speak anything aside from nonsense. She glanced at Ram, and the man nodded at her.

"I’ll kill Florence whether or not you want to. You can hate me for it, but I don’t care," Hera remarked. "But if you want to redeem yourself, I have an offer for you."

"An offer?"

"Just like those bounds, I don’t help you with it, not because I can’t, but because I simply do not want to. It’s the same with this situation." Her brows rose, studying the look on Charlotte’s face. "I don’t like doing things that I don’t want to do, even when I know I can do it."

"Hera, you’re saying..."

"Be the next head of the Oxley Family," Hera suggested, almost like an order. "Do it, or just die along with your mother and the rest of the people who will bother me about this matter again."