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Chapter 1002: Just how much more will you upset your dearest mother?

Chapter 1002: Just how much more will you upset your dearest mother?

Hera didn’t wake up earlier than Heaven, nor was she pretending she was asleep. When Dragon left, that was the only time she regained consciousness. However, even before opening her eyes, memories that weren’t hers flooded her mind.

She wanted to deny them.

The experience was the same as the time she first woke up in Heaven’s body. Before she confirmed it, she already guessed what was happening. Seeing Deborah and hearing all the words, this woman told ’that’ Hera simply confirmed her guess.

Hera was back in her original body.

"What a way to wake up, indeed," Hera whispered, torn between laughing or crying. "I don’t know what to feel."

"Hera," Deborah called, sitting on the edge of the bed. She clasped Hera’s hand, offering a forced smile. "This is not the time for this. We have to go."

"Where?"

"You’ll know later. I know you don’t trust me, but please." Desperation shone in Deborah’s eyes, they were almost begging. "We don’t have plenty of time."

Hera observed Deborah’s pair of sincere eyes, seeing why the real Heaven couldn’t hate this woman. Partially, the real Heaven had seen different horizons being in Hera’s body. Another part was that Deborah wasn’t hard to like.

There were many people in the underground, like Deborah.

They might be felons and an enemy of the law, but at the same time, they were also victims of those in power. It was a complicated situation; a lot more complicated than Hera’s backstory. Though not justifiable, it was understandable.

"Deb," Hera squeezed Deborah’s hand mildly. "You should’ve just killed me when you had the chance."

"Hera, I —"

"Don’t." Hera shook her head. "Don’t say you regret it. If there’s anything you should regret, that is not getting the job done. I’d be more happy if I just died back then. Because now, I’m just in pain and that word isn’t even enough to justify it."

Deborah pressed her lips into a thin line, holding Hera’s eyes that were swirling with inexplicable emotions. However, before she could even think of anything else, she heard footsteps. Deborah perked up in a panic, looking at the door with wide eyes.

"That’s him," Hera said even before Deborah could wonder. "After everything that had happened, do you think Dragon is so stupid to lower his guard?"

"We have to go!" Deborah whispered and yelled, clasping Hera’s hand. "I’ll pull you up, okay?"

Deborah immediately tugged Hera’s hand to pull her up, but Hera suddenly pulled back to snatch her hand away. Surprised, Deborah furrowed her brows at Hera.

"Hera, why you..."

"There’s no point, Deborah."

"Don’t tell me..." Deborah’s heart drummed against her chest, unable to ignore the approaching footsteps. "... you’re giving up?"

"No."

"Then why don’t you listen to me?" Deborah glanced at the door once more, feeling her entire body shaking as a natural reaction. She was tortured almost to the brink of death and she couldn’t help but remember every single pain they inflicted on her when they caught her the first time.

They won’t be lenient if they catch her again.

"Let’s go!" Without thinking, Deborah grabbed Hera’s hand one more time. "Please! Don’t give up on yourself."

Much to Deborah’s surprise, Hera simply smiled. It was a short smile, but somehow, it looked at peace and confident.

"I never gave up on myself, Deb," Hera reassured softly. "I am not the type to give up. Do you know why? Because I am Hera motherfucking Cruel."

Deborah furrowed her brows, almost squinting her eyes at the look plastered on Hera. It was different. Very different from what she got used to. It was a strange thing to say, but right now, this Hera felt different. It was the same face, yet the unfamiliarity was palpable.

Like a totally different person.

Did Hera remember everything now? But... hadn’t she known everything all along? Back then, Deborah could clearly remember Hera claiming to know everything and not losing her memories. However, even though she looked like a fighter at that time, she wasn’t as intimidating as she was now.

"Hera..." Deborah whispered, eyes on Hera, stopping in her plans to escape before Dragon’s people came.

"It’s okay, Deborah." Hera nodded, guessing the confusion Deborah was in. "It’s okay because I’m now here."

Suddenly, a loud bam resonated in the room as someone kicked the door open. Armed men raised their weapons as soon as they caught a person standing right next to the bed. They entered in caution, shouting at Deborah as if it was a raid conducted by the police.

"Can you trust me?" Hera continued, ignoring the intruders filling the room. "Deborah?"

Deborah’s lips quivered, eyes on Hera. "I’m sorry." As soon as she said those, Deborah raised her pistol and aimed it at Hera.

"Shoot me and she’s dead," Deborah’s eyes glinted, watching Dragon step into the bedroom after the countless men intruding. "Dragon."

"Deborah." Dragon smiled and chuckled. "You surely have a lifetime of luck. First, you managed to live even after I sent those guys to kill you. And yet, instead of running, you went back. I caught you again, and somehow, you escaped the torture house."

His laughter grew louder, amused. "Yet, here you are, back in this same hell. I don’t know if you’re stupid or admirable."

"I’m taking her with me," Deborah hissed, cocking her pistol, only to hear everyone position their guns, ready to shoot. "It doesn’t matter if I take her to hell or away from here."

Dragon rocked his head, glancing at Hera. Even though he could only see her side profile, he could see her eyes open while she was staring at Deborah. The person holding her at gunpoint.

"Sure." Dragon nodded. "Shoot her, Deb."

"You think I won’t?"

"No. I think you would." Dragon smiled. "But I don’t care anymore. I don’t need her completely alive."

His remarks earned quick looks from the people in the room but didn’t act anything out of bounds. There was no way Dragon would want Hera dead. He was probably taunting Deborah.

"You think I believe you?" Deborah chuckled, grinding her teeth. "Let’s see how long can that facade last, Dragon."

"He meant it." Before Deborah could do anything and find herself dead, Hera’s voice caressed everyone’s ears. "He didn’t need me alive anymore."

Hera slowly pushed herself to sit up, bending his knee to rest her arm on it. She slowly turned her head in Dragon’s direction, snickering.

"Put that down, Deborah. Holding a person hostage is never my style. It’s pathetic. Don’t stoop so low like them," she remarked, eyes drooping dangerously. "Oh, my little spawns of devils. Just how much more will you upset your dearest mother?"

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