I transmigrated and got a husband and a son!
Chapter 826: Old house

Chapter 826: Old house

GASP!

Primo gasped for air as he abruptly opened his eyes. His breathing was heavy and unstable, beads of sweat were on his forehead, sitting up with his upper body twisted to the side. He instinctively squinted his eyes as sunlight fell on him, peeking at it, realizing it was still early.

"Hah..." he breathed out heavily, collapsing on his back once more to lie flat on the grass. "I felt like I’ve been sleeping for an entire night."

He closed his eyes slowly, letting his body relax as his racing heart was trying to break free from his ribcage. It had only been over an hour since he fell asleep, but in his dreams, it felt like he had been there for a year.

"These things kept happening more frequently than before," he murmured, eyes shut. "Perhaps it’s because I’ve been stuck as Primo for so long my brain starts to realize I’m joking."

A short and dry laugh escaped him and reopened his eyes ever so slowly. He narrowed his eyes a little to get a better look at the beautiful, clear sky.

"Or maybe the sky’s to blame for it." He sighed, squashing down the emotions creeping into his heart that were brought by his vivid dreams. "It could also be Dimitri. That damn bastard... I’ll surely take him with me in the pits of hell."

Primo shut his eyes once again and then sighed sharply. After a moment, he sat up, feeling a little dizzy with his sudden action. When he recovered, he took his phone from the grass and then the laptop lying around it. Opening it, he ran his fingers through the keyboard, getting back to work since doing nothing was worse than torture.

*****

Meanwhile...

The sound of a mechanical heart rate rang simultaneously in Joker and Fig’s ears. Joker was leaning against the wall while Fig was on the couch. Neither of them broke the consistent beep resonating in the room, immersed in their own thoughts.

"Are you flying tonight?" After a prolonged silence, Fig broke the ice. "The mission is already complete."

Joker kept his eyes on the two people lying unconscious in each of the beds in the ward. "I was told to bring her back alive. I can’t simply trust what doctors tell me, since it’s proven they can pronounce someone dead at will."

"I will stay here."

"And so am I." Joker slowly averted his gaze to Fig, his expression nonchalant. "I’ll take her with me."

"To where? To meet her?" Fig inquired, catching Joker off guard.

A moment of silence descended in the room again with both of them staring at each other.

"You should fly tonight," Fig suggested after another moment. "Dragon knew it was you. Staying here with these two will compromise the mission. Isn’t that the reason you took me with you, knowing it cannot be a solo mission?"

Joker pressed his lips into a thin line as he looked away. Fig, on the other hand, maintained his attention on him.

"I’ll stay with them and take them to wherever she wants me to take them," Fig continued, nodding at Joker when the latter looked back at him. "Just like you, I don’t trust doctors anymore. At least, I don’t trust the ones who work in these types of facilities. I already reached out to Ram while you were talking to the doctors earlier. He’ll send me some secret reinforcement and means of transportation for these two."

Fig slowly rose from his seat and marched to where Joker was at. Stopping in front of Joker, he lowered his head and searched for his eyes.

"Be careful," he warned under his breath. "You know what will happen if you don’t."

Joker kept his lips in a thin and tight slash. His gaze held Fig’s, cognizant of his partner’s warning. There were only two things that could happen if he was caught: one was that it would be a full-scale war with Heaven marching through the flames barefoot to save him, or the other was that she would let him die.

In the past, it would surely be the former. But with their boss’s current stand in these complicated situations, there was a high chance it could be the latter. Selfish and cruel as it sounded, but neither of them felt any displeasure about it. They were her subordinates, her chess pieces. Although she never made them feel like that in the past, they had always reminded themselves that there might come a time when a sacrifice was needed to be made.

"Don’t worry." Fig raised his hand, and it landed on Joker’s shoulder. "If worse comes to worst, I’ll come for you."

The two of them stared at each other in silence. Yet, despite the silence, they already came to an understanding about what they were supposed to do at this point.

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"Hmm..." Tiger stood in front of an old second-story house situated in one of the farthest provinces from the main city. He furrowed his brows, glancing down at the piece of paper in between his fingers.

"This is the house?" he muttered to himself, looking up again and tilting his head a little to the side. "Why is it abandoned, then? Did they move out?"

Tiger hummed a long tune as he stared at the house. Veins crawled around the walls, bushes and grasses were untrimmed. From the looks of it, it had been years since someone lived in this place.

"Well." He shrugged nonchalantly. "Considering his pay, it wouldn’t be surprising they moved to a better place."

Tiger cocked his head back and slid his eyes to the corner. As he did, he caught an old man pushing a cart of boxes and empty plastic bottles. Since the road was inclined, he instinctively jogged to help the struggling old man.

"Huh?" the old man raised his brows and turned his head when the weight of the cart suddenly felt as light as a feather. Turning his head, Tiger grinned, pushing the cart beside the man. "Thank you."

"Hehe. No problem." Tiger winked as he grinned charmingly, making the old man’s life a lot easier.

In no time, Tiger and the old man reached the flat surface, which was coincidentally in front of the same house Tiger was staring at earlier.

"Young ones these days won’t even bat an eye to people in need, so it’s pleasing to meet young men like you," said the old man, his voice wavering and breathy.

"Hehe." Tiger rubbed his finger under his nose, flattered to be called young when everyone he met kept mistaking his age. "It’s alright. You can just say I’m naturally kind."

"Hehe. You must be a tourist?"

"Hmm?"

"I always walk around the streets here every single day, so I know when someone is a local or not."

"Oh... right?" Tiger glanced at the cart and rocked his head. He then smacked his lips, looking at the old man curiously. "Uhm, Uncle. Can I ask you a question?"

"Yes?" the old man furrowed his brows, watching Tiger point at the house before them.

"This house... do you know where are the people who lived in here?"

The old man slowly turned his head and answered after staring at the old house. "Yes," he said, looking back at Tiger with pure wonder in his eyes. "The family here used to give me a lot of bottled water and cartons. Sometimes, the young couple in here would give me food, especially whenever it’s winter season."

"Is that so?" Tiger raised his brows, intrigued. "Then do you know where they are now?"

The old man tilted his head to the side and then replied that puzzled Tiger. "This is an unfortunate thing to say, but this house was caught on fire twenty years ago, taking the life of the couple who lived in here and their teenage son."