Maribel slammed the door.
It was like a dream.
Jomar came down next—walking confidently, his hair in order, documents in hand.
From the third vehicle…
A man in a white coat approached slowly.
Yes Paolo.
Doctor on.
Maribel couldn’t hold back the tears.
— “The… My child…”
Paolo ran over and hugged him.
Mahigpit.
He didn’t seem to want to visit.
— “Ate… Please forgive us…”
Rick and Jordan were there as well.
In the middle of the village—in front of all the people who once called him a “fool”—the three men he had raised embraced him at the same time.
— “We didn’t come back… not because we forgot you…”
— “But because… we want to come back with something to be proud of…”
— “We want to give back everything you’ve done for us…”
The whole ship was silent.
No one could speak.
