I transmigrated and got a husband and a son!

Hera looked to her left and then to her right. Primo and Moose were wearing long faces, the corners of their lips almost hitting the ground. Dark invisible clouds hovered over their heads; she could practically hear the thunder in them.

"Should we try the legal way?" she suggested. This time, both men looked at her with a dead expression. "What? You think illegal and dirty money is a bad idea. How about doing it legally?"

Moose squinted his eyes at her while Primo scoffed.

"Hera, do you understand the problem? It’s not about making money," he clarified, in case she truly went out of touch. "It’s about needing a ton load of them in a short span of time. Dragon’s money won’t last long."

"Hera!" Moose suddenly held her shoulders, forcing her to face him. "Get back together with him."

"Huh?"

"Beg on your knees, say you’re sorry, and that you’d spend the rest of your life serving him." Moose nodded at her encouragingly. "This is the only way. Go home and apologize to him. Tell him you can’t live without him and that you’d rather die if you’re not with him. Redeem yourself and tell him you didn’t mean everything you said."

Hera’s face twitched, feeling Moose’s grip on her shoulder tighten.

"After all, it’s the same. We’re all going to die anyway," Moose continued. "Do this for the sake of the many. Sacrifice yourself."

"And my children?"

Moose and Primo’s faces stiffened. Moose released her shoulders and sighed deeply, cupping his face in surrender.