"No….I can't accept this," A firm protest came out of Erhan's mouth, rejecting the decision Mrs. Ozkan made, over his life and future.
Erhan stood by the barrier of the rooftop while Mrs. Ozkan sat on the bench, next to Yara, consoling her who was in tears. That girl's head rested on her mother's shoulder.
Sitting at the end of the edge, Esma could only gulp the saliva of her sadness at facing the fact that her mother chose to sacrifice her feelings for the sake of Yara. She dropped her gaze to the ground, ignoring the talk between her mother and Erhan.
"Please….I am begging you this time." The woeful pale face of that ageless woman sounded so miserable as if imploring Erhan to spare her daughter's life.
"How do you think I can marry someone I don't even love?" Erhan stayed his ground
