I transmigrated and got a husband and a son!-Chapter 1198: Trip to hell

Meanwhile...

The sound of gunfire echoed in a mansion. Wolf infiltrated the mansion in full force.

"Boss!"

Wolf turned to his right and opened fire before the person who came up to him out of nowhere could shoot him. However, just as he did, he heard another loud gunfire behind him. Turning his head, he caught one of his men shrug as another enemy fell from the other side.

"Stop slacking," he said after noticing the soldier’s relaxed manner. "Go get all the Ashton’s."

As soon as those words rolled out of his tongue, the dim lights giving them enough to see their surroundings went out. Wolf and everyone intuitively glanced up at the sudden darkness that engulfed their vision.

"It’s about time," he said with a smirk, putting a stick of cigarette in between his teeth. Wolf casually lit up its end, taking a long leisure drag before puffing the smoke in the air. "Men! Don’t let them get away!"

Regardless of the absence of light, all members of the Reapers around didn’t lose their morale. This attack was in their favor and although the Ashton were fighting well, they wouldn’t have fathomed Hera sent half of her forces here instead of sending them to Oxley Island.

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Somewhere in the world...

"Please get in, master."

"Take the madam and the young master’s in."

A group of flight attendants and a horde of bodyguards surrounded a family of five on a private plane. They carefully escorted the family in. Their security was at an all-time high. As usual, the family of five went into three different planes.

The master of the house traveled with his second son, his wife with the youngest, and the heir of the family rode a private plane all alone. It was a tradition in the Capeti Family to not travel together on the same plane as some sort of royal protocol.

"Father, is everything alright?" asked a young man while watching his father take a seat. "Are we supposed to meet Madam Oxley together as a family?"

"You are not coming with me to the meeting place," said a middle-aged man as he sat down. "Sit down, son. This plane will take off soon."

"If I am not coming with you, then why am I here?" asked the young man with a deep frown.

"You and your mother will attend Ulysses Funeral. So, take your sit and do not delay us any further."

The young man’s frown deepened even more before he reluctantly took a seat. He casually strapped himself for take-off, glancing at his father who didn’t spare the loss of the Ebonhart’s a shred of sympathy. Ulysses was his godchild and yet, he felt no guilt for it.

"Father," he called once more, looking at where his father was seated. "My brother is against your decision to support Madam Oxley. Should we really join her plans and betray the Ebonhart?"

The man frowned as he cast his son a look. He didn’t say anything, but the young man with him knew it was time for him to seal his mouth.

’I feel like something’s wrong,’ thought the young man, gazing down at his lap. ’I can’t believe Ulysses is... dead.’

Bitterness shone in the young man’s eyes as he recalled memories with his good friend Ulysses. Ulysses and the young man, including the heir of the Capeti were good friends since childhood. Knowing that Ulysses died and their father was involved with it was akin to a ton placed on their shoulders.

"Your brother shouldn’t have told you about it."

Suddenly, the master of the Capeti Family spoke casually. The young man furrowed his brows and shifted his eyes to his father, confused.

"Huh?"

"I told your brother not to tell you," added the man. "It’s a weight your brother should carry all alone. Blame him if Ulysses’s death doesn’t make you sleep at night. Now, I’m having second thoughts if he’s truly fit to be my heir." freewёbnoνel.com

The young man couldn’t help but ball his hands into a tight fist, his teeth clenched. He couldn’t say anything, though. Even though his father was talking so casually about this type of burden and treating a close person’s death like it was nothing, he knew he couldn’t say a word.

’Blame my brother...’ the young man mentally hissed, feeling a little sorry for his big brother. ’... it’s not like being your heir means a lot of things. It’s just an empty title.’ — because at the end of the day, they knew their father wouldn’t give up his ’throne’ even to his children for as long as he lived. And they also knew that even after he died, he would make sure he would still have control over the family.

It was suffocating.

The young man felt his chest tighten, his stomach turning, and his head throbbing. His breathing grew slow and jagged, making him clutch at anything near him.

’I can’t breathe,’ he told himself, reaching for the bottle of water nearby. His vision started to slow down as well, a little fuzzy too. ’I need air... air... water...’

Just as the young man tipped the water bottle, a hand suddenly caught it. Looking up, all he saw was a beautiful flight attendant smiling at him.

"Are you alright, young master?" asked the flight attention, furrowing her brows as soon as she saw his pale complexion. "Young Master, please, have a drink."

She opened the water bottle for the young man, offering it to him. The young man’s hand trembled, spilling a bit of water before taking a mouthful. When he swallowed the drink with great difficulty, he huffed out in relief.

"Tha — thank you," he expressed awkwardly, his forehead and face already drenched with sweat.

The flight attendant smiled warmly. "You’re welcome. Is there anything else you need?"

The young man pursed his lips and intuitively glanced at his father. The second he saw the dismay in his father’s eyes, he lowered his head and quietly said, "No."

"If you do, please do not hesitate to call me," said the flight attendant, walking away from the young master. But instead of going back to where she came from, she went straight to the master of the Capeti.

"Master, do you need anything?" she asked, only to see the master peel his dismal look from his son to her. "Next time, don’t overstep."

The flight attendant smiled. "I’m sorry."

"Get out."

"Yes, Master." The flight attendant nodded and turned, but then stopped. She looked back at him, making the master of the Capeti raise his brows. "Master, I forgot to tell you that someone sent you a message."

"Save it. I do not need to hear whatever Florence wants to tell me."

"It’s not Florence Oxley, Master." The flight attendant chuckled, now making the alarm bells in the master’s mind ring. "It’s a message from Hera Cruel. She wants you to know this plane’s destination is hell. So please, do enjoy the ride."

The master of the Capeti Family held his breath on instinct. His eyes slowly went wide, studying the flight attendant’s face before his eyes fell on the nameplate on her chest. It says;

Deborah

Reaper.

All in plain sight.