Chapter 220

Berat leaned over the crib, his eyes wide with wonder. “Aynur, love, see!” he whispered, motioning to his nearly one-year-old daughter. “Look, sweetheart, this is your baby brother.”

Aynur peeked shyly at the baby before hiding her face in his father’s neck. The adults chuckled softly.

“He’s so cute,” Hanum said, brushing Ayleen’s hair back.

Ibrahim Khan stood silently by the window, his back turned. His shoulders shook slightly. Rania and Zohreh exchanged glances before stepping forward.

“Uncle,” Rania whispered gently. “Come hold your grandson.”

Ibrahim turned slowly, his face streaked with tears. No one had seen him cry like this, not even when Murat fell into a coma. He approached Ayleen with trembling hands.

“May I?” he asked, voice cracking.

Ayleen nodded with a soft smile and carefully placed the baby in his arms. Ibrahim held the baby close, as if afraid he might break. For a long moment, he simply stared down at the tiny face.