Chapter 224

Ibrahim Khan smiled as he saw them approach. “Come here, Murtaza. Let’s clap for Aynur!”

Murtaza wriggled out of Ayleen’s arms and rushed to his grandfather, settling on his lap, clapping happily as Aynur cut the cake.

Ayleen smiled faintly at the scene, but her heart remained heavy as she clapped.

Were you there, or was it the fragrance in the air?

Were you there, or were colors spread everywhere?

Were you there, or was it the light on the roads?

Were you there, or were songs echoing in the breeze?

Was it you I found, or was it my destination?

The hospital corridor was cold and silent. It always was. The rhythmic beeping of machines echoed faintly, each step toward Murat’s room weighing heavily on her chest.

Murtaza walked beside her, clutching her hand tightly. He didn’t understand fully. For him, his father was simply unwell and sleeping. But he insisted on coming today. Perhaps he