The Wedding Night...

The problem with forgiveness...

The family gathered in the mansion, including Gül. Baran, Dilan, Okhan, and Kerem arrived at the same time. They were all waiting in the living room, eager for information. Okhan exchanged looks with Baran, and skipping greetings, he shared the investigation status. "The situation is this. Like I told Baran over the phone. Mr. Hassan was set free a while ago..." A single happy cry was heard from Ms. Azade. Okhan continued after checking with Baran. "That does not mean the investigation is over or he won't face charges. But he will be free for now." Dilan glanced at Baran. The blood drained from his fists. He was furious. "I don't understand. How could that be? He did it. My father saw him." An impatience Cihan asked. "The judge demanded that we provide concrete evidence besides the testimonies. We are working on that now." Cihan went out upset. "Cihan!" Baran yelled, but Cihan ignored him. "Let him cool off, Baran. Give him time." Her husband closed his eyes and nodded slightly in agreement. "Firat, if your father contacts you..." Firat didn't let Okhan finish. "I don't think he will, but if he does, I will let you know." Dilan saw Gül's intentions to be close to Firat, But Ms. Azade's deadly stare stopped her. "Grandmother, you as well, if he calls you..." She cleared her throat, got up, and left. It was clear she had no intentions of helping. "Aaargh!" Dilan held her husband's hand. "Baran, please." His fist relaxed at her touch, and he intertwined their fingers. "Mr. Baran, Mr. Hikmet is here." Ms. Kader announced. He came down the stairs, and Dilan noticed he had a small bag with him. 'The gun,' she thought. Baran directed the man towards his study. She knew what they were going to discuss, so Dilan stayed behind. "You go ahead," Baran said to the men as he turned to her. "Go, we will talk later." Dilan encouraged him. He came to her and kissed her forehead.

Baran was leaving but stopped. "Firat." His cousin had remained behind. Maybe he thought Baran did not want him there. Firat hesitated but eventually walked behind Baran. Mr. Kudret had gone to fetch Cihan. The living room was empty. Dilan decided to go to the kitchen. She hadn't had the time to talk to her friend. As soon as Gül saw her, she came to her in anguish. "I'm so worried about Firat, Dilan. What if now that his dad is free, he tries to do something?" Her friend was scared. "Like what?" Gül paused before answering. "I don't know, Dilan. He feels so guilty. No matter how many times I've said what happened had nothing to do with him, he still blames himself. What if he tries to stop his father on his own?" Dilan tried to calm her. "Gül, I know Firat now. He is not like his father." Gül agreed. "I more than anyone know how different they are, but that man, Hassan. That man has played with Firat's mind for years. He knows exactly what buttons to push to make Firat do what he wants. That is what has me agitated." Gül could be right. Dilan herself had seen how much Firat fought to break free of his father's influence and expectations. You can say that love saved him. Losing Gül was the final push he needed. "When are you leaving?" They were interrupted by Ms. Azade. Her tone was filled with hate. "I'm here as long as Firat needs me." Ms. Azade got closer. "My grandson doesn't need you. Pack your bags and leave the same way you came." The woman turned and left when Mr. Kader returned from bringing coffee to the men. "Did she say anything to you?" Ms. Kader worried about them. Dilan indicated no with her head. Ms. Kader eyes went to Gül. "Don't pay attention to her, mom." Gül tried to dismissed her mother's concerns. "What are you planning to do, child?"

"What would you do with the gun, Okhan?" Baran asked as he handed over the weapon. "We will test it. We have the bullet that was extracted from Ms. Dilan. We will compare the marks on it with the ones the gun makes. That way, we can prove whether this weapon was used for that. My team took into custody the shooter this morning after we spoke on the phone. They called me while I was driving here. He confessed to the crime, but not only that. He tried to negotiate with us." Baran frowned. "Negotiate?" His friend affirmed. "He told us he was a witness to Şihar's murder. He said Mr. Hassan hired him as his guard at the time. He had orders to shoot at Mr. Hassan's signal, and he took the same gun he used with Ms. Dilan. There was a confrontation between Mr. Hassan and Şihar. Mr. Hassan lost his temper. The man came to his aid but hesitated. Mr. Hassan took the gun from the shooter's hands and shot Şihar himself." Looking at the gun in the bag, he continued. "If this gun was well preserved, we could find your uncle's fingerprints. And with the bullets, we could tie the two crimes. The murder of Şihar and the attempt of murder of Ms. Dilan." Baran was a mix of relief and anger. If he could not make his uncle pay for what he did to his mom, at least he could still get justice for Dilan and, through her, his mother. But the fact that his uncle was able to do all of that. Baran was seeing red. "Mr. Baran, now that the police has the weapon. Dilan..." Mr. Hikmet was worried, and Baran was too. "I've doubled the security. We should be safe inside the mansion grounds." The man pressed on the subject. "If you don't mind me saying, Mr. Hassan knows this place like the palm of his hand. If he wanted to, I'm sure he could elude your security." Baran had already thought about it. "When my uncle was taken, I installed new cameras and alarms on the grounds. There are no blind spots anymore."