I transmigrated and got a husband and a son!-Chapter 1188: Your mama doesn’t love you

"I heard you want to talk to me. Well, I hope whatever you want to say will make this trip worthwhile, because you don’t want to waste my time."

Charlotte’s lips fell open, stunned at the woman gazing down at her. Hera’s voice was also pleasant in the ear, making her wonder if she should feel terrified or amazed by it. She didn’t even know if she was relieved to meet Hera or scared that the person she went to "great lengths" to meet was now right before her.

"Uh..." Charlotte opened and closed her mouth like a fish, only to end up swallowing the words back to her throat.

How should she start?

What were the right words to start this?

Deep in Charlotte’s heart, she felt like this discussion would only head south if she started her sentence wrong. She scrambled the words in her mind, unknowingly staring at Hera while she did so.

"The rumors seem right," Hera remarked after an entire minute of full silence. "Your mama doesn’t love you."

"Sorry?"

Hera peeled her gaze away from her and leaned back leisurely. "What was I expecting? I thought you purposely painted yourself as a naive young lady. My mother’s bloodline keeps disappointing me."

"Hera, I — my — I mean..." Charlotte fumbled with her words as she tried to sit up with her hands still bound behind her. As she did so, Hera slid her eyes to the corner and watched the young lady make a fool of herself.

Although many people claimed Charlotte was innocent, Hera took it with a pinch of salt. Who would believe that the only daughter of Florence Oxley was a sheltered young lady? With such an environment and considering her disposition, Florence should know raising a sheltered young mistress could lead to Charlotte’s death.

But after seeing the young lady herself, Hera’s doubt disappeared. This wasn’t mere acting.

"Hera..." Charlotte called meekly, pursing her lips as Hera cast her a sidelong glance. "... can you please help me take off my bounds?"

Hera arched a brow as she glanced at the rope wrapped around Charlotte’s wrist. "No."

"I swear I will not hurt you!"

"Haha!" Amusement brimmed Hera’s eyes upon hearing her cousin’s remarks. "Ram, did you hear what she said?"

Ram, who was in the front passenger seat, rocked his head. "Don’t loosen her bounds, Hera. I doubt her words. I sense evil energy from her. So, for your safety, don’t listen to her."

"You heard the man." Hera fluttered her eyelashes innocently. "For my safety."

Charlotte frowned deeply, eyes stuck on Hera. The latter said all that and the old man in the passenger row, but they sounded more like they were mocking her. It was humiliating, but Charlotte didn’t understand why.

"How can you sense evil from me when I regularly repel bad energy?" she murmured, still wiggling her wrist until they started to ache.

Ram couldn’t help but glance over his shoulder, catching Hera looking at Charlotte instantly. He stretched his neck a little more, only to see Charlotte struggle to lift herself to sit up. Surely, it was hard to believe what they were seeing. Just like Hera, Ram has his doubts. But now, he was just in disbelief.

"Florence Oxley is surely one hell of a woman to want you to die this way," he commented and earned a look from Charlotte.

"What are you saying...? My mother —"

"We’re saying I’m not helping you, not because I’m scared you’ll hurt me. I don’t because I don’t want to." Hera’s voice was unfriendly and commanding, making anyone who was listening submit to her. "But alas, it seems you do not understand the situation you’re in. Forget about me, but that old man over there is armed. The second he senses something is wrong, he will burrow a hole in your head. Our driver can hurt you without leaving behind the wheel."

"Which makes me wonder," she continued with a curious hum. "What exactly were you expecting when you decided to see me, thinking your words would change my mind from slicing your mother from limb to limb, hmm?"

Charlotte trembled at the murderous glint that flickered across Hera’s eyes. Her mouth opened and closed again, but her voice wouldn’t come out of her throat. She couldn’t even think of any words to defend herself. All she could feel was that her body, mind, and soul were screaming at her to run away as far away as possible and as fast as she could.

This was a mistake.

Whoever told Charlotte that there was always good in people hadn’t met a lot of people because right now, she couldn’t see the good in Hera. All she felt was this overwhelming fear and intimidation from her.

"Have you just realized this is a mistake, Charlotte Oxley?" Hera smirked, chuckling as Charlotte’s breath hitched. "Well, guess what? Your mother will also have that same look on her face once she realizes she messed with the wrong person."

Hera’s eyelids drooped, watching how this already pale lady drained of color. Now, she looked like a corpse — worse than a corpse. Hera hadn’t even done anything but pull an aura on her.

"Pity." She slowly looked away from Charlotte. "I guess the only thing I can make use of you is your death. Or maybe your death won’t even change a thing. You’re pathetic — you and your mother."

Charlotte bit her lips, eyes welling up in frustration. She should say something now, right? She knew she should, but her voice wouldn’t come out of her mouth. For a while, she could only gaze down and whimper quietly.

Hera was right. She was pathetic.

"I know..." Charlotte hiccuped, finally finding the voice she thought she lost. "I know that my mother doesn’t love me. If she did, then she would’ve taught me the things that will make me sit here with you without fumbling with my words."

She pursed her quivering lips as her tears blurred her vision. "However, she can’t kill me because I’m still her daughter. So, I know why she raised me so defenseless. People think it’s because she treasures me, but I know... I know her only reason is that so other people could erase that dent in her perfect life."

"You’re also right that my death won’t make a difference," she added in a tiny voice. "It scares me — I can’t even put the right words to express how scared I am right now. But... please, I know I should start saying the right things that will make you listen, but I’m just so scared and overwhelmed I can’t find the right words to say it."

Hera arched a brow before she intuitively glanced at Ram. The latter was looking back at them, offering her a subtle smile. He knew Hera was simply teasing the young lady, but Charlotte ended up crying a river. Charlotte almost didn’t finish her sentiments because she kept hiccuping every other word.

"Three hours," Hera remarked emotionlessly. "That’s how long this trip will be."

"Huh?" Charlotte slowly gazed up at Hera, confused.

"Though I want to say you don’t need to say all the right words, just the right message, I’m interested to see if your brain is actually working or still at default."

Charlotte blinked, raising her shoulder to wipe the tears clouding her vision. When she looked up at Hera again, there was this small crease in the corner of Hera’s eyes with the side of her lips hooked into a short — very short smile.