"Get your parents to pack up in the next few days, and we'll move back to Ozin. We'll start fresh," Billy continued.
"You're too idealistic! You don't understand how bad our situation is! There's no place for our family in Ozin."
"That was before!" Billy spoke solemnly. "From now on, everything will be in the past. Trust me, I can do it."
"Why don't you understand?" Harleen sighed. "Never mind, no matter how much I say now, you won't believe me. You'll understand later." After speaking, she looked at Billy with a hesitant expression and asked, "Can I ask you for one more favor?"
"Sure, what is it?" Billy said with the slightest hesitation.
"In three days, it's my grandfather's birthday and our family is going to Ozin to celebrate with him. If you're available, could you come with us? They always mock Tasha for being a fatherless wild child every time we see them. Tasha has psychological trauma now and she doesn't dare go there anymore. This time I want you to come with us so that she can feel safe."
Harleen didn't know if what she was doing was right, but at this point in her life, there were no better options. She had to take things one step at a time.
"It's settled then! We'll meet in Ozin in three days."
"Thank you," Harleen bowed slightly and after pausing briefly added apologetically, "But if you go to the Knight family they might mock and ridicule you as well..."
"Don't worry about me, I'm fine." Billy said with a faint smile.
"And... don't blame my mom. She's sharp-tongued but kind-hearted. Without her help over the years, I wouldn't be..." Harleen added.
"I know, I only feel guilty and grateful towards your parents." He continued, "I'll go take care of some things in Ozin first. Call me in three days. If Tasha wakes up and wants to find me, tell her she can see me in three days, I won't leave her again."
Harleen nodded with a complicated look in her eyes.
...
The next morning at Back Hill Cemetery in Ozin, Billy knelt before a tombstone with no expression on his face and red eyes filled with tears. Three meters behind him stood Casey like a spear stuck into the ground, solemn and serious without moving an inch for two or three hours straight, as if they were characters frozen within a painting.
"Commander." Casey finally spoke after another hour had passed.
Billy bowed to the tombstone three times.
"Father, your unfilial son Billy has come back. Rest in peace! I will find all those who were involved in conspiring against you and our family, and make them kneel here one by one to apologize."
Then, they left.
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