I transmigrated and got a husband and a son!-Chapter 1244: Family

A/N:

Hey guys, the following Chapters are only extra Chapters and scenes that aren’t included in the main storyline. It will also show some of their lives after. This will only have a few Chapters. So, enjoy~!

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After Hera’s wedding ceremony, everyone gathered in the venue — another part of their palace — for the party. While everyone was having fun, Wolf chugged his drink in one go and then rose from his seat.

"Where are you going?" Bear asked and Ram also gazed up at him. The three of them shared the same table.

Wolf looked down at them and smirked. "Just gonna settle some unfinished business."

After saying that, Wolf whistled to some members of the Reapers and motioned them to come.

Watching him leave, Ram and Bear looked at each other.

"Settle some unfinished business?" Ram repeated, only to see Bear shrug. "What unfinished business do you think is that?"

"I have no idea," said Bear as he raised his beer to his mouth.

Ram looked in the direction where Ram had left and cocked his head to the side. Throwing the guessing at the back of his head, he faced Bear again.

"That guy with prosthetics," he mentioned, referring to Primo. "He left when we landed in the country."

Now that Ram mentioned him, Bear finally had this clarity.

For some time now, Bear had been thinking someone had been missing. However, whenever he looked at the youngsters, he couldn’t help but think no one was missing. He forgot Primo officially joined the Reapers when Hera woke up in her original body.

"Right..." Bear rocked his head. "Where did he go?"

Ram shrugged. "That’s why I was asking."

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Somewhere across the globe, Primo stood quietly beside a hospital bed. It was in the middle of the night, in the place he was in. There was no light or anything, just the light coming from the window.

His eyes were partially opened, staring intently at the patient.

"So you’re alive, huh?" he whispered, unable to feel what emotions he felt right now. "Mr. John, why... are you still alive?"

When Mr. Ebonhart gave them his words, Primo might’ve thought of sending Moose as far away as possible from him. However, at the back of his head, he already thought of a request.

Find the person who massacred his family.

The Ebonhart Family immediately found the culprit and not just his whereabouts, but everything about the man. With this information, Primo also found out about this person’s connection to Dane.

Apparently, Dane was an adopted son of the main family. The first branch of their family was Mr. John’s father and then, Mr. John’s family. At first, it looked like a normal family strife. However, it turned out Mr. John was Dane’s adoptive father’s biological son. The father only sent his son to another family member because of his mental illness.

Hence, when Dane found out about it, he did his best to secure his spot in the family. One of the ways to do that was to make sure Mr. John remained insane.

It was Dane who manipulated Mr. John into violence. He made him have a taste of it, and Mr. John, who couldn’t discern right and wrong, grew curious about human anatomy.

To summarize, Mr. John was insane and if there was actually a culprit, that would be Dane.

Even so... Primo found it hard to make peace with this.

"You killed them in cold blood, ask their brother to cover it up..." A thin layer of tears coated his eyes. "... and you’re saying... you didn’t understand your crime?"

His face crumpled bitterly as he clenched his teeth, his fists trembling.

"Hmmm..." the patient slowly woke up from his deep sleep, rubbing his eyes, only to see a person standing by his side. "Huh?"

Mr. John looked older than how Primo remembered him. However, his mannerisms and the way he looked seemed to be that of a child.

"Papa?" he called, hugging the small teddy bear he was hugging to sleep. "Papa, did you come to take me home?"

Primo stared at him before he hummed. "Mhm." fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

"Really?"

He smiled subtly as he rocked his head. "Mhm." He then slowly sat down beside the bed.

"I thought I could face you without wanting to kill you," he said, but Mr. John remained smiling. "After what you did to them... without remorse... I wanted to forgive you. But alas, even after death, I can’t."

May he rot in hell, but Primo would never have peace in his heart. Although he couldn’t call this revenge, as he didn’t feel the same anger in his heart, he also knew he couldn’t let this guy exist. For his peace, Mr. John should just die.

Primo swiftly pulled out the pillow and covered Mr. John’s face with it. The latter struggled and gripped his wrist, kicking his feet for some air. But Primo kept still, looking away as he waited for the man to stop struggling.

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Primo left the mental institution as quietly as he came in. No one stopped him or saw him. He was like a wind that came and went. Sitting in the driver’s seat, he didn’t start the car or do anything. He just sat there quietly in the dark, staring blankly into nothingness.

"It’s done..." he whispered bitterly. "It’s done."

Just when he thought he redeemed himself, Primo knew he hadn’t. After doing what he did, he realized there was no point anymore.

Reaching out for the compartment in the front-row seat, he took out the pistol. Staring at it, he couldn’t help but smile at the memories he created in all these last months with the Reapers. It might be an everyday chaos, but it was a memory he would never forget.

A family.

That was what the Reapers made him feel. For one last time, he got to have a family and now that everything was over, Primo thought it was time to finish this long race. He slowly put the pistol in his mouth and closed his eyes.

BANG!