Building The Strongest Family-Chapter 203: Differences

The fluorescent buzz of YoruMart’s backroom flickered with a familiar indifference, casting an eerie glow over the stacks of half-opened crates that lined the narrow walls.

The air was thick with the scent of plastic wrapping, stale produce, and industrial cleaner, a cocktail that screamed exhaustion.

It was just after 8:00 p.m., and their shift was barely halfway through.

Billy found himself elbow-deep in the broken vending stockroom, sorting through expired energy bars when he heard hurried footsteps echoing down the corridor.

"Billy! Billy! Billy!"

He straightened up, wiping sweat from his brow with the sleeve of his blue uniform.

Kaia stood at the doorway, breathless and flushed not from exertion but something more urgent.

Her phone glowed brightly in her hand, clutched like a lifeline.

"What’s wrong?" he asked, instantly on high alert as he noticed her red face.

Without a word, she thrust her phone into his hands. The screen displayed a holofeed from Neo-Luminara Daily with a headline that screamed for attention:

"Fall from Grace: Osborn Heir Reduced to Stock Boy in Sector 9!"**

Billy’s heart plummeted as his expression shifted dramatically.

Beneath the flashing banner was a grainy still captured by a security drone him hauling trash bins down a grimy alleyway.

His identity was unmistakable; the subtext was merciless.

"Once heir to the trillion-unicred Osborn Dynasty, Billy Osborn now going by ’Billy Byrne’ was spotted scrubbing toilets and mopping floors at a local mega-mart. Sources confirm disownment came from his older brother, Arthur Osborn, following a family fallout. More updates to follow..."

For a fleeting moment, it felt as if the world had dimmed around him.

He scrolled quickly through social media tags pity mingled with ridicule and outrage; curiosity bubbled beneath it all.

Some laughed; others speculated if this was some elaborate stunt.

With trembling fingers, he handed back the phone to Kaia. She stared at him wide-eyed, caught between wanting to scream or cry.

"So it’s true," she whispered incredulously. "You’re... that Billy? From the Osborn family?"

He didn’t deny it; instead, he lowered his gaze.

Kaia stepped back slightly as if distancing herself from him physically could shield her from this revelation. "And you never told me? You let me think you were just some dropout trying to get by! I thought we were friends..."

Her voice trailed off under the weight of shock and betrayal swirling in her eyes.

"Why didn’t you say anything?"

Billy rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly while staring at the crates stacked haphazardly around them. "Because it didn’t matter."

"It matters!" Kaia snapped, her voice sharp as a knife. "You’re an Osborn! You grew up in the Central Sector of Aegis District,Old Heights, no less! That place has private weather regulation!"

Billy remained silent, his gaze fixed on the floor.

Kaia paced the room like a storm trapped in a bottle. "Billy, you came from marble floors and world-class chefs who cooked for you! Your family could buy this entire district without batting an eye, and yet you just walked away?"

"I didn’t walk away," he replied quietly. "I was thrown out."

Kaia stopped short, nearly roaring, "Then why aren’t you fighting to go back?"

He stayed silent.

She stared at him, searching for something anything that made sense. "You had everything! Do you know how many people would kill for just a fraction of what you had? How many would sacrifice their most precious things just to have what you took for granted? You don’t understand struggle... not really."

With a swift motion, she pulled off her cap and ran her fingers through her dark hair, her voice rising with emotion.

"You complain about your family, but Billy, I would have given anything even if it means killing just to grow up and have what you have,where I didn’t have to count coins just to eat or where the lights didn’t flicker out in midwinter! You think working here is hell? For people like me? This is an upgrade!"

Billy swallowed hard. "Kaia..."

"My dad died when I was eleven. My mom works in an acid plant. She comes home every night with burns on her arms, and do you know what she says?"

Billy shook his head.

"She says, ’At least I’m still breathing.’ That’s our blessing, our metric for success."

She turned toward the window, her back to him now as her shoulders trembled. "You got out. You lived a life that people in this sector only see in holograms or movies and then you walked away from it."

"I didn’t walk away from money," Billy said firmly. "I walked away from who I was expected to be."

Kaia faced him again; anger mingled with something deeper in her eyes a hurt that cut through the tension between them.

"You think that makes you noble? You think you’re special because you refused comfort to find ’yourself’? Try finding yourself on an empty stomach! Snap out of it! This isn’t some cheesy TV drama; this is reality!"

Billy looked down; he had no words.

"And what’s your plan?" she pressed on relentlessly. "Work here forever? Prove some twisted point to your brother? To your dead parents?"

His voice trembled as he spoke: "I just wanted to be someone on my own."

Kaia softened slightly but continued with quiet intensity: "Then why lie about who you were?"

That cut deeper than any news feed ever could.

Billy looked up slowly, finally meeting Kaia’s gaze. "Because... I didn’t know who I was outside of that name. I didn’t want you to see me like this, like I was a fallen prince."

Kaia’s expression flickered with something unreadable. "You really think I care about rich boys falling?"

She said softly. "What matters to me are the people who understand what it means to rise again after a fall. But right now? You’re just sulking in the dirt, trying to suffer your way into manhood. You’re acting like a spoiled child throwing tantrums."

Her words hit him like bricks.

She stepped closer, standing directly in front of him now. "Billy, I don’t hate you for being born rich. But it frustrates me that you don’t recognize or appreciate what you still have. You have choices,options! You have people who remember your name even when they’re angry at you."

Her voice trembled slightly as she continued, "I haven’t had a real last name in five years; my mom’s last name is tied to debt, and mine is flagged with eviction notices. My options are limited to this job or a street corner."

She took a step back, her breath shaky but resolute. "And yet here you are... burning bridges like it’s some grand statement, as if you’re proving something important. But all you’re really proving is how oblivious you are to your own fortune."

Silence filled the room like thick fog.

Billy couldn’t respond; he felt utterly disarmed because every word Kaia spoke rang true.

She quickly wiped her face and regained her composure. "You want to know what family truly is, Billy? Family is those who show up even when you don’t deserve them around. Yes, family comes with pain but it also feels like home! You don’t run from it; you work through it and fight for it."

She glanced toward the storage exit before continuing, "You can’t buy your way into understanding that kind of love, you have to live it! And if you’re too proud to go back and mend things, then maybe... just maybe... you don’t deserve that chance."

Billy’s voice came out low and defeated: "I don’t even know how."

Kaia turned back to him, her tone softening once more. "Start by saying sorry not just to me but also to yourself, for pretending that struggle makes you strong because it doesn’t, not unless you learn something from it."

He stared at her in silence, feeling completely exposed.

With a small, weary smile on her lips, she added, "And hey... stop skipping the cafeteria; you’re starting to look like a damn ghost."

Billy let out a faint laugh a sound tinged with bittersweet recognition. "Thanks."

Kaia grabbed her phone and made her way to the door, but just before stepping out, she hesitated. "You ever decide to stop running from who you are... come find me. I’ll show you what real grit looks like."

With that, the door clicked shut behind her, leaving a hush in the air.

Billy stood there, alone in a room cluttered with half-empty boxes and malfunctioning freezers, the flickering light above him stuttering like a broken heartbeat.

It was chaotic yet somehow, amidst the mess, something had shifted within him.

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