I transmigrated and got a husband and a son!-Chapter 1144: Felice was right

Grandma Zhu only had one role after agreeing with the people who were after Felice. That was to call Felice and ask her to come out. Felice agreed to it without batting an eye, confident this could be her last war.

"Felice." Grandma Zhu stood beside the desk, holding the wire of the telephone nervously. "Where are you?"

"On my way there," Felice smirked, gazing to her side as she held her rifle. "My baby’s ready to kill."

"This doesn’t feel right, Felice."

"Donna, everything’s gonna be alright."

Grandma Zhu shook her head and sighed through gritted teeth. "Do not lower your guard."

"Donna." Felice cleared her throat. "I thought long and hard about what you said the last time we talked. And I feel offended. It’s true that Vicenzo protected me for a long time and I can’t help but think that now that he is dead, all these problems are coming back to me."

A smile turned up on Felice’s face. "I can’t bring my husband back to life, but I can’t keep cowering. We have a child together. Vicenzo protected me and Hera, and now that he was gone, I have to protect Hera."

"Once I get rid of all of them, would you mind if I come to your place with my daughter?" Felice humored. "Though I’m very sure she’d propose to your grandson once she sees him. She likes handsome boys."

"Dominic is truly a delight in the eye, but that boy is..." Grandma Zhu could only sigh before she could finish her sentence. "He worries me, but if your daughter is just like what you said, there’s only two possibilities. It’s either they’ll end up tying the knot or hating each other to death."

"Oh, he would fall head over heels for her."

Both women laughed, forgetting the ominous feelings in their hearts. Surely, they loved their family.

"Donna, I —"

Suddenly, a loud explosion was heard from Felice’s side, making Grandma Zhu panicked.

"Felice!" Grandma Zhu yelled, holding the telephone with both her hands. "Felice, what is that? Are you alright? Felice!"

"Ugh... that son of a..."

"Felice!"

Voices and noises were heard from the other end of the line before another explosion was heard. This time, the line disconnected.

"Felice..." Grandma Zhu’s face crumpled as she looked at the telephone worriedly. "Oh, God... what did I do?"

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[PRESENT TIME]

Old Madam Zhu gazed at the shadow behind the curtain, unable to stop herself from remembering that time of Felice’s death. She held her breath, wondering how quickly Hera Cruel would kill her. And even if Hera would kill her, she didn’t mind. After all, Old Madam Zhu killed Felice.

If not because of her, Felice wouldn’t be out there to die.

’Hera Cruel,’ she thought, breathing out slowly. ’I wonder how you’re going to kill me?’

Old Madam Zhu watched the shadow slowly slide the curtain to the side. She closed her eyes briefly, letting the wind from the outside blow on her face. But when she reopened her eyes, the lines on her wrinkly forehead deepened.

"Who... are you?" she blurted out quietly, sizing up the woman stepping into her room from the balcony.

Although Old Madam Zhu hadn’t met Hera Cruel in person, she had seen her photos before. Felice used to mail her some of her daughter’s pictures. She knew this woman wasn’t Hera Cruel, even though she had her lower face covered up. However, Old Madam Zhu had to swallow her next inquiry as the person who came into her room raised the pistol at her.

’Even until now,’ she thought. ’They were a step ahead of them.’

Bitterness flickered across Old Madam Zhu’s eyes as she thought of how Felice’s enemy got rid of her without risking Felice’s fighting back. And even now, they were ahead of Hera Cruel from finding out anything about them.

’Perhaps this is how we are destined to live, Felice.’ Old Madam Zhu slowly closed her eyes, as she knew this was her end. ’Dying at the same hands... she would laugh if I told her we have more than in common than we thought.’

Old Madam Zhu waited for the bullet to make a hole in her forehead or anywhere around her head. She didn’t bother calling for help, knowing it would end in more bloodshed. Moreover, Old Madam Zhu was tired and old. Her time was running and fighting back at this age was futile. Hence, this was probably for the good.

The corner of her lips curled up as she blurted out, "Ah... would they come to my funeral?"

"They will."

As soon as that reply was heard in the room, a loud thud followed. Old Madam Zhu flinched at the sound of bodies hitting the floor, and a few furniture clattering on the floor. When Old Madam Zhu opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was two people wrestling in the corner.

It was dark, but the dim lights were enough for the old madam to see they were women. One of them was pinned on the floor while another was sitting on top of her. With her old eyes, she could barely follow their movements, but she could see them fighting with the pistol in between them.

Old Madam Zhu shuddered, slowly propping her elderly elbows against the mattress. As soon as she sat up, the pistol flew into the corner with a thud.

"Hang on a second," said the woman on top of the other woman, raising her fist and throwing it straight to the other woman’s nose. As if that wasn’t enough, she punched the woman again and again and again until red fluids were splashing all over the floor and walls.

When the latter was no longer moving, the woman sitting on top of her finally stopped.

"Hah. Damn," the woman breathed out, resting her arm over her bent knees while sitting on top of the woman. "I feel like a hero. It’s a good thing I decided to drop by early. I should hit her once more."

Old Madam Zhu squinted her eyes, watching the woman slowly rise to her feet. The latter then faced her squarely, sauntering toward her, and then sitting on the edge of the bed. Old Madam Zhu’s breath hitched when the light of the night lamp shone on the woman’s visage and revealed a smile of relief plastered on her face.

For a second, her good friend Felice overlapped with the woman’s face.

"Felice was right..." Old Madam Zhu whispered as tears formed in the corner of her eyes. "... my grandson will love you."