The Wedding Night...

Unexpected visitors...

As soon as Baran arrived at the company, he called Yusuf. "What happened?" He was direct. "Same as before. She went in by herself." Baran fisted his hand. "Let me know when she leaves." The security guard replied. "Will do, Mr. Baran." Baran was worried. So many things were happening at once that he feared something might escape his attention. Someone knocked at his door. "Son?" His father, followed by Kerem, entered the office. Their faces told him they didn't come to share good news. "What is it?" Kerem handed him a folder. Baran read its content. "What they are asking is far more than the norm in these cases." His friend nodded. "They are asking to see more than ten years' financial information... Not even a government audit would go that far back." Baran interrupted his father. "They are fishing for errors." Kerem and his dad nodded. "Do what they ask," Baran ordered Kerem. "Are you sure? We could fight this." Baran's head moved in negation. "It might send the wrong signal to the other shareholders... What we are going to do is analyze everything we hand over to them ourselves." Kerem stood and walked to the door. "Kerem... We have to be quiet about this." He nodded and left. "Baran, I've been thinking on going to Mardin." Baran was taken aback. "Whoever was supporting your uncle is involved with the tribe. I want to go there and investigate personally. I'm getting nowhere from here, and I don't think we have time to waste. Do you?" He knew they didn't. But Baran didn't like the idea. "I know how to move around there, son. I know whose door to knock." His father declared. "I'll buy the tickets." He was walking towards the door. "Dad..." His dad turned determined. "I failed you regarding my brother, I won't let that happen again." It became clear he could not stop his father, so Baran said nothing, and he left. His desk phone rang. "Mr. Baran, you have a call." He was not in the mood for calls. "Who?" His secretary replied. "A major jewellery company based in the US."

Baran wanted to see Dilan as soon as he hung up the phone. He was about to open her door when her assistant intercepted him. "Mr. Baran, Ms. Dilan is with someone. She asked not to be interrupted." He put his hands in his pant pockets. "Who?" He had a bad feeling about it. "Ms. Gözde." As soon as he heard the name, he barged into the room. "What are you doing here?" Dilan and the woman rose from where they were seated. "Baran, please!" He stood in front of the woman. "I warmed you, I warned you to stay away from my family." He could not control the hate that filled his words. Because of her son, Dilan, and their babies could have died. How dare she show her face to them? "Baran!" Dilan's irritated tone made him look at his wife. He watched her circle her desk and walk to him. "Come with me." He reluctantly let Dilan drag him out of the office. "Ms. Dilan..." She raised her hand. "Leave us." She waited for them to be alone. "Dilan, listen..." He tried to contain himself when he spoke. She placed her fingers on his lips. "I don't want to fight, Baran. The person that shot us was Timur, not her. She came to talk, and I will listen to what she has to say." He was getting ready to protest, but she continued. "I'm not a fan of the woman myself. However..." He removed her fingers from his mouth. "What, Dilan?" The irritation in her eyes shifted to sadness. "She is related to my mom... I... I..." She was struggling, and that made his anger subside. He held her hands to help her focus. "When the doctor mentioned people with multiple pregnancies usually have a history of it in the mother's side of the family, my heart broke. Because I know nothing about her. There is so much Mr. Hikmet can't tell me. When our babies grow up and asked bout their grandmother, I have little to tell them..." He hugged her, and she buried her head on his chest. "Dilan, I understand you. Don't think for one second that I don't. But that woman... I don't trust her."

Dilan understood her husband. It was not like she trusted the woman either, but now that she was becoming a mother, the fact that she grew up without one was more unbearable than before. She didn't remember her mother. After being raised by Ms. Hanife, she had no reference point of how a mother is supposed to love her children. No one close to her to ask for advice. She pulled back and said, "Baran, let's talk about this later. For now, I'm going to talk to her..." He seemed to want to say something, so she hurried to say. "By myself, Baran. You can wait for me in your office. I promise I'll go to you as soon as we are done." Dilan didn't stay for a reply. She turned and went inside, closing the door behind her. "Dilan, child... I didn't mean to cause an argument between you..." Dilan didn't let her finish. "There is no such thing. Please, let's go back to our conversation." She took her place and motioned for Ms. Gözde to do the same. "My son, Timur... what he did is unjustifiable. I wanted to see you at the clinic, but your husband... He kicked me out, and..." Dilan interrupted her. "You can't blame him for it." Her aunt hurried, saying. "No, of course, he was right in doing what he did. I would have done the same. But not for once have I stopped thinking about you. The guilt... It is my fault that Timur acted that way. I had to be more vigilant of his actions. I... I've been so worried about you and the baby, Dilan. When your mother was pregnant, I could not be there for her..." Dilan corrected her. "You chose not to be there. There is a difference. If we are going to talk. Let's be honest with each other." The woman nodded in agreement. "You are right. I turned my back on her. It was wrong of me. I was immature and heavily influenced by my mother... However, think about it from her perspective. If you learned that Baran had a child outside of your marriage. What would your reaction be?"