I transmigrated and got a husband and a son!-Chapter 1205: Not her

"This room, this mansion, your people... I think it’s a fitting revenge."

Hera watched the fire in Florence’s eyes blaze up. For a second, she almost doubted Florence was injured with how they flared up upon hearing Hera’s teasing.

’This woman...’ she thought. ’All she really cares about is what’s hers.’

Hera checked her wristwatch, only to see they were thirty minutes ahead of what they expected. She smacked her lips, thinking she still had to buy herself some time.

"Say, Florence." After another moment, Hera’s voice pierced through the silent air. "If I come out of here, do you think your people are waiting for me outside, ready to shoot me to oblivion the second they see my shadow?"

Florence scorned, but she didn’t answer. She would rather stop her bleeding and last for as long as she could. Gazing down at her leg, Florence reached for the hem of her dress to rip it. She used the fabric around her leg and tied it as tightly as she could.

"Feeling better now?" Hera asked before she raised her rifle, and without further ado, shot Florence’s other leg.

"Ah!!!" Florence whimpered. This time, tears brimmed her eyes.

"Tie it again and I’ll show you where you’ll tie next."

"You’re a psychopath!" Florence yelled the second she found her coarse voice. Pressing on her new wound, she glared at Hera. If looks could kill, she already murdered her a hundred times.

"I told you, Florence Oxley. You’ve earned my disrespect, my hate, my deep passion to use all my life skills just to see you rot in hell."

Hera’s voice felt colder than before, or was it Florence’s injuries that made her feel a little chilly? Either way, this wasn’t good for Florence. Hera caught her and only now Florence realized putting down her loot over the other table was a foolish idea.

Who said Hera would be interested in hearing her?

A chuckle escaped Florence. It started light and short and they steadily grew louder until her laughter bounced off from every corner of the control room. Seeing Florence hunching in while laughing, Hera couldn’t help but arch a brow.

’Did she snap?’ wondered Hera.

It must be.

"Oh, Hera." Florence brushed her forehead, the blood on her hand tainting her skin. She looked up at Hera, sneering malevolently. "Did you really think I am that easy?"

"Yeah." Hera didn’t hesitate to answer. "If not, I will not come in here alone."

For some reason, Florence didn’t seem annoyed. "This is why your mother died, Hera. She is full of herself and in the end, she couldn’t see what was coming to her."

"What is it this time, Florence?" Hera cocked her head to the side. "Another trap? Another force to kill me? Well, bring it on. I’m not leaving this place without making sure every single minion you got is dead beside you."

"You can kill them all you want, but you will never be the head of this damned family."

"Who said I ever want to be the head?" Hera frowned. "You lot are hopeless. Florence Oxley, do you think I became an assassin because it was my dream job as a kid? My only dream back then is to be a housewife, tending to my children by day and then letting my husband defile me at night."

"I realized that didn’t change," she continued in a knowing tone. "I went through ups and downs in life, but it’s funny that didn’t change. Perhaps, we have something in common in the end. Your goal and motivation to take control, even if it means sacrificing your own people, and me, is to kill just so I can get my own goal."

"However, unlike you, I don’t want more power or wealth. I don’t even want to be feared by people or respected by the same type of people." Hera’s voice lowered because the more she stared at Florence, the more she was reminded of her mother. "I just... do not want them in my life. Not the underground, not this cult called secret society, not even the Oxley."

"Do you think I believe that?"

"I don’t care what you believe because you’re still going to die, anyway!" Hera clicked her tongue. Florence shouldn’t have opened her mouth because Hera’s drama stopped upon hearing her voice. It didn’t sound like Felice’s voice at all!

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"Say, Florence... why did you raise Charlotte like that?" she asked out of pure curiosity. Although she had her own assumptions, it would be easier to end this woman if she heard her answer about this.

"Why do you care how I raise my daughter?" Florence scoffed. "Are you going to lecture me on how to become a parent?"

"I would, but I know it’s a waste of time." Hera sighed. "I just feel sorry for her. You know? She kept begging for your life. She believes this entire thing here..." she trailed off as she glanced at the chaos being broadcast on the big screen. "... this thing is just a huge misunderstanding. How naive."

"Who does that brat think she is?" Florence seethed. "Do I look like someone who needs help from the likes of her?!"

Hera studied her auntie and, much to her disappointment, there wasn’t a shred of sympathy or longing or regret in Florence’s eyes. If anything, Florence was genuinely miffed at what she heard.

’I guess my cousin isn’t really ’that’ naive,’ she thought. ’Florence truly doesn’t care about her. Poor child.’

"Well, the person you just called the likes of her will be replacing you, Florence," she remarked indifferently.

"What?"

Hera didn’t answer immediately to give Florence some time to compose herself. "Like I said, I do not want to be the head of this cursed family. However, I know the people from the Secret Society won’t leave me alone. So, I need someone to manage this house. Charlotte seemed to be the best fit."

"Are you insane!?" Florence harrumphed. "That kid doesn’t know anything in this world! She couldn’t even do the simplest task! What makes you think she’s the best fit to lead this family, huh!?"

"I don’t care what you say. It’s my decision and —" Hera halted as Florence suddenly took out a small device button from her chest. "What’s that?"

"Hera Cruel, I will never let you make that kid become the head of my family!" Florence growled. "Even if I have to destroy this entire island myself, I will never let her take control of this family I built!"

Hera furrowed her brows in confusion.

Was this how a mother was supposed to talk about her child? For a second, Hera doubted Florence’s and Charlotte’s relationship. An unloving mother might be cruel, but there was just this distinct feeling she got from Florence’s sentiments that planted this doubt.

"Florence Oxley..." Hera called. "... Charlotte isn’t your daughter, is she?"