I transmigrated and got a husband and a son!-Chapter 1194: Some people are born natural

Explosion after an explosion was heard all across the large island where the Oxley Family was situated. Each indicated a misstep, resulting in the deaths of tens or dozens of people. And while this was going on, Florence listened to a classical piece from her favorite musician.

Her lips were hooked up into a satisfied smile, eyes shut while enjoying the music. Slowly, her eyes cracked open. She slowly gazed up and her eyes landed on the family portrait hung above the fireplace.

In the photo was a man and a woman, an elderly man, and then two little girls almost identical to each other. The calm flames in the fireplace flickered on her beautifully sculpted face while the crackles of the wood synchronized with the violin playing in the background.

"Felice Oxley..." she whispered, staring at the little girl in the portrait, who was smiling from ear to ear. Although both girls resembled each other, that smile made a huge difference. "You should’ve taken my word seriously."

A glint flickered across her eyes, reminded of a distant and bitter memory of the past.

The Oxley Family had a strict tradition in hierarchy which was rooted back from the days of yore. In their family, the first-born male child would automatically become the first candidate for the head of the family. This could be challenged, but never in the history of the family that a woman becomes the head of the family.

However, things became complicated when the previous head met with a deadly disease. There was a cure, but it involved him risking not being able to produce another child. Between having more children or his life, the late master chose the latter. This explains why the late master treated his little girls with such strict rules and disciplined them to the point of abuse.

Felice didn’t like it.

She didn’t like how even her breathing was being controlled and monitored. She loathed all the endless training they had to go through from a young age. Above all, she hated the fact that even her marriage was something she couldn’t have a word of.

When Felice had enough, she ran away from home. It was as though she trained all these years so she could leave the island successfully. She fled and never looked back, only to do the exact same thing she was doing on the island in the outside world.

That was Felice Oxley: a coward, a selfish woman, and a vindictive individual.

"Yet... you... wrote her name in your will and her monster of a child," Florence whispered through gritted teeth, eyes fixed on the man in the family portrait. "I was with you all these years. I never complained, but you... went behind my back and decided to make Felice your heir."

A ridiculing laugh escaped Florence as she thought about her own father’s betrayal. frёewebηovel.cѳm

Unlike Felice, Florence never complained about the rules they had to tread. She aced all her classes and quickly picked up every skill in their training. She would hold her breath if her father asked her to and wouldn’t breathe unless he said so.

All Florence’s life, she poured her heart and soul, trying to please the late master of the house. As the eldest, she didn’t care much if Felice played around, knowing she was there. If Florence proved to their father that a woman could be just as reliable as a man to lead, then Felice could do whatever the hell she wanted.

But alas, despite all the efforts she put in all these years, even marrying a man she never even looked in the eye, the late master betrayed her. When her father’s health started to decline, Florence kept the family together and put them under control. She did what the head of the family should, only to find out that her father named Felice as his heir.

To make matters worse, he even added that if something happened to Felice, her child would automatically become next in line. Enrage, Florence found herself storming into her bedridden father to confront him.

[Some people are born a natural. Those who aren’t can only work hard and hope those born with the talent slack.]

Those were her father’s words before her vision turned red.

[Florence, your sister might’ve run away. However, she proved she is still a worthy candidate. She left here and didn’t have anything. Look at her now. From nothing, she became the world’s best assassin of her generation. Although I have mixed feelings about the man of her choosing, I heard their child has an overwhelming potential.]

[I hope you understand, Florence. Your sister beat you in every aspect of life. You are older than her, but until now, you haven’t had anyone in this family take your side or pledge loyalty to you. I know you worked hard, but being the head of this family is more than just working hard —]

Whatever the late master had to say, Florence would never know. Listening to everything he said was more than just a slap in the face. Thus, in a blank state of mind, Florence stabbed him. Again and again and again and she didn’t stop even after the sun rose. She only stopped when Nigel came to the room to check on the master.

"Do I regret it?" Florence whispered, smirking. "If I’m going to go back in time, I’d do it again. This time, much earlier."

"I hope you are watching, Father. So you know that this person you belittled can and will lead this family." Her eyes shone with determination, ringing the bell from the table beside her. Nigel quickly came into the room. "How is the situation?"

"Our men are still checking the casualties. We will be hearing from them soon."

"Had you sent out our men to all entrances and exits of the island?"

"Yes. Even if they retreat, there’s nowhere for them to run."

"Good." Florence nodded, waving dismissively. "Prepare my departure to the meeting house. The other families would be there soon."

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"Check the area!" A man shouted as he flung his arm, signaling the rest of the unit to double-check the surroundings. This was the area where the first explosion happened. Thus, they had to check how many casualties were inflicted. There should be at least severed bodies or organs lying around.

"Clear!"

"Clear!"

The captain of the unit watched each group give a clear signal that everything was clear. He furrowed his brows, gazing at the fire not far away from his vantage point. How was this possible? The traps wouldn’t detonate if no one stepped foot on them or no one set them off.

"It’s the trap," the captain blurted out under his breath. "It’s a tra–!"

Before the captain could finish his sentence, a hole suddenly appeared between his brows.

"It’s a trap! We’re under attack!" The rest of the men panicked and immediately went into offense mode, but alas, all they could do was shoot randomly while they fell one by one.