I transmigrated and got a husband and a son!

"Is there someone who had a grudge against you? Any idea of who could be those people watching you last night?"

Silas carried a grim face as he recalled Dominic’s line of question. He was reclining against the hospital bed, staring at the tablet Dominic left for him to review the footage. Dominic said in case reviewing it would refresh his memory, as they couldn’t just rule out any possibilities.

"I’m sure," he whispered as he sneered. "That damn Primo is the one who sent those guys. I thought he was already dead, but it seemed he finally came around."

Just a year ago, Primo and Silas were in a partnership. Primo manufactured a new drug and Silas distributed them, taking over the black market with this new drug. If it was anybody else, Silas wouldn’t even bat Primo an eye when the man offered him to distribute his goods. After all, Silas just couldn’t cut off his contact so easily, knowing they got him by the neck.

Thanks to Primo, though, Silas didn’t have a problem switching sides. Primo massacred most of Silas’s contacts for the reason he didn’t want competition, and that Silas could work properly with his network without another party ruining their business. It was a win-win situation; it was something Silas wouldn’t thank Primo for.

But now, after Primo’s failed attempt to end Dominic and end up handicapped, Silas ended his alliance with the aforementioned man.

"I thought he was already dead," Silas hissed, closing his eyes as he pondered about it. "He should’ve just died."

His head throbbed at the thought Primo was alive and kicking. After all, Primo was his benefactor. He was the one who protected Silas from the big cartels Silas betrayed. But now that their alliance was over, no one was going to protect him.

"I shouldn’t have said all those things," he cursed through his gritted teeth, reopening his eyes and glaring at the tablet on his lap. "Damn! One thing after another!"