I transmigrated and got a husband and a son!-Chapter 1163: It’s your turn this time

It wasn’t like Ram fully disagreed with Ulysses. The young man had a point. However, what the young man didn’t know was that even though he had a point, he was lucky he was still alive. After saying all that nonsense and even bringing up Felice into this, she would’ve killed him if this had happened before.

But she didn’t.

In other words, Hera might appear that she didn’t listen to everything Ulysses said, but she did. Ram and Wolf were more than a hundred percent certain of that.

After knocking on the door, Ram quietly stepped into a private room which Hera often went to whenever she needed time for herself.

A shallow breath slipped past his lips as he caught her figure sitting by the bay window seat. She had the windows open, her back on the wall, her feet extending into the rest of the space. Ram quietly approached her, squeezing himself into the small space at the end of her feet.

"Before Mom died, she told me she wanted to discuss something important with me," Hera spoke as soon as he joined her, eyes on the window, watching her men put out the fire in the chopper she shot earlier. "She didn’t tell me what it was, but I presumed it was about her family. After all, she mentioned a little bit of her parents to me during our last meal together."

A bitter smile turned up on her face. "Now, I understand why she wanted to discuss these things with me and why she waited for so long to have the resolve. Her family is one big screw-up."

Ram could only let out a deep sigh, staring at her side profile. "I shouldn’t have let them in."

"You and I know you invited them in and let us hear them out for a reason," she replied, her tone still the same, quiet and distant. "It’s the right thing to do. That little runt might be annoying, but the information he had given us saved us several countless nights of researching about our enemy."

"Whatever your decision, we always got your back," Ram nodded reassuringly, even though she wasn’t looking in his direction. "Fight them or join them; do whatever you see fit. The Reapers will always follow you."

For a moment, silence descended into a room as Hera didn’t reply to his last remarks. It wasn’t like she didn’t know that.

"A chance to start anew. A chance to fix this one gigantic problem easily..." Hera muttered, running her tongue across her inner cheek. "Somehow, it sounds so easy and less complicated."

"This time, you can start anew as well," Ram uttered. "When you thought you were dying back then, you did everything in your power to give us a chance to start anew. Some took that for granted, while others were more than grateful for the chance."

But alas, all of them were dragged back to where they belonged, whether or not they liked it.

"When I heard Bear agreed to stop your treatment, I was ready to kill him," Ram confessed with a helpless smile. "I even plotted for how to give myself an excuse to come after him, a justification so I could use my military power to kill one man. But... Wolf came to me the night before I put my plan in motion."

Hera kept her gaze from afar, but she was listening.

"We argued — the very first argument where we almost killed each other," Ram continued as he looked away from her. "Although I beat him up and sent him away, deep in my heart, I knew he won that night. I was simply putting the blame on Bear when I knew his decision hurt him more than anyone else."

Ram smiled bitterly as he remembered the past. The past where he, Bear, and Wolf in their prime fight for little Hera’s affection. In those times, they fought for the title of the best uncle.

"If I was in his shoes, I would... die as well," he added under his breath. "Because at the end of the day, we swore to protect you, and knowing we cannot even protect you from a disease hurts us. It made us feel helpless, made us think what was the point of being skilled in guns and fights if we can’t do anything to fight what’s killing you? For a long time, I didn’t contact them or bother checking up on them just because I felt pathetic."

"I told myself if I wanted to treasure your gift, I had to make it worthwhile and use my position to leave a legacy. I told myself if I did all of these, then I would be remembered by my people. And if they remember me, somehow it would also keep you alive," he continued, shifting his soft eyes on her. "But the truth is, all of those are merely excuses. My actions were merely futile attempts to mend the pain of losing you."

"I’m not the only one who shared the same sentiments," he added. "Tiger, Moose, Wolf, Fig... all of us surely want to make things right. One last time. We all see this as our last chance to protect you, to support you, and to follow you in whatever decision you want. Even if that meant dying, we’d happily do so because this time around, it’s not about us anymore. It’s about you and the second chance you didn’t get to have six years ago."

"We already had our second chance, and we failed it spectacularly." Ram sighed helplessly once more. "Now it is your turn. Whether you take up that young man’s offer or decide to continue with our initial plan, our resolve will remain the same. We got your back, no matter what it is."

This time, Hera slowly turned and stared at him. "When are you planning to tell me about your condition, Ram?"

Ram’s brows rose in surprise, but it was short-lived as it was immediately replaced with a weak smile. "Moose told you?" he guessed, thinking Wolf would never tell Hera unless it was necessary.

"Moose might play dirty, but he isn’t that low," Hera peeled her gaze from him, pausing as she caught another chopper approaching their base. "Dominic told me."

"Dominic Zhu?"

"Mhm. He told me when I was still in Heaven’s body."