Chapter 140. A Granddaughter's Request

"I want to talk to you," Zahra said, her voice a little breathless. Danger bells rang in her ears, urging her to leave the room and run away, but she remained steadfast.

"About what?" he asked. His voice, though old, was still dark, carrying that mafia-like edge.

"Please help me." Zahra’s voice cracked slightly, and then, slowly, tears began to drip from her eyes.

"Come forward and sit here," he said, pointing to a seat in front of him.

Zahra followed his instructions and sat down while sniffling. The tears continued to fall, accompanied by tiny sniffles.

"What happened? Calm down and tell me," his voice was a little warmer compared to his cold stance. It felt strange to her—how disconnected she felt from her grandfather.

Zahra looked up at him, hope sparkling in her eyes after listening to his words. She began to nurture expectations in her heart—expectations of getting out of this terrifying marriage. He was the only person who could stop this m