All Chapters of The Heir in My Womb: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

It was well past midnight when Mazen’s car came to a stop in front of the house. He stepped out with calm movements, but he did not carry the same composure he usually did. Ever since he had left Laila’s apartment, her words had not left his mind. He had not expected her to confront him that way, nor had he expected to find himself unable to give her a clear answer. Her question kept echoing in his head: And me? He pushed the door open and entered. The living room was dimly lit, and the moment he closed the door behind him, he found Asia sitting on the sofa. She had been waiting for him. Beside her, Yazid was lying in his small bed, fast asleep. Asia raised her head at the sound of the door, and the moment she saw him, she smiled. — “You’re finally home.” He glanced at the clock on the wall. — “I’m late. I know.” — “I thought you would be back earlier.” He walked toward her, then sat beside her. — “There was an unexpected meeting.” She nodded, but continued looking a

At first, his relationship with her was nothing more than a responsibility.He would come to check on the two of them.He kept track of their expenses.He made sure the house lacked nothing.He asked about Laila and her studies.And whenever she needed something, he would send it to her without ever making her feel as though she were asking for charity.He was careful about that.Perhaps because something inside him refused to let her pay the price for his father’s mistakes.Laila, at first, had been wary of him.She did not know him.And she did not know what he wanted from her.One time, he found her waiting for him at the door.He asked:— “What is it?”She hesitated.Then said:— “My mother is sick.”His expression changed.— “What did the doctor say?”— “I don’t know.”— “Then why didn’t you call me?”She lowered her eyes.— “I didn’t want to bother you.”He looked at her for a long moment.Then said calmly:— “Call me whenever you need anything.”She raised her eyes to him.— “A

Laila did not comprehend what had happened at first.She remained sitting where she was, the phone pressed against her ear, her eyes fixed blankly on the space in front of her, while the last sound she had heard through the call continued to echo inside her head with unbearable clarity.That violent sound.The sudden crash, followed by a muffled jolt, and then silence.A silence that was not normal.She slowly lowered the phone from her ear and stared at its screen as though waiting for someone to tell her what had happened, or for some logical explanation to appear before her for what she had heard only seconds ago.The call was still connected.Mazen’s name appeared on the screen, and the call timer continued to move, second after second.But Mazen said nothing.She swallowed with difficulty, feeling as though her throat had suddenly gone dry.— “Mazen?”Her voice came out weak and trembling, as though she was not even certain she could speak.She waited.No answer.She raised the p

There was nothing worse than waiting.Ever since Mazen had disappeared behind the doors of the emergency department, time seemed to have stopped completely, while the hands of the clock moved with cruel slowness. Every passing minute only deepened the fear inside their chests instead of easing it.Asia stood in front of the closed doors, barely moving unless she had to.Her arms were crossed over her chest, her fingers unconsciously fidgeting with the edge of her hijab, while her eyes never left the door for even a moment, as though she were waiting for it to open at any second and for Mazen to appear before her—angry, exhausted, or even in pain... she simply wanted to see him standing on his own two feet.But the door remained closed.And no one came out.Beside her, his mother was sitting on one of the chairs, and all her attempts to pretend she was holding herself together had finally collapsed.At first, she cried silently, wiping her tears with the edge of her hijab, only for the

Another hour passed. For an entire hour, they remained seated in front of that closed door, each of them clinging to a small fragment of hope, even though none of them had anything left to reassure them. Asia had been standing for so long that her throat had gone dry from praying so much. She could no longer feel her feet. She no longer knew how many times she had looked at the clock, how many times she had raised her eyes toward the emergency department doors, or how many times she had imagined those doors opening and the doctor stepping out to tell them that Mazen was fine. But the doors remained closed. Until they finally opened. This time, it was not a nurse who came out. It was the doctor. He walked slowly. And his face did not carry the expression they had been praying to see. Asia almost stopped breathing. Mazen’s mother rose from her seat and approached him with trembling steps. Reem, who had returned after having her tests done, stood as well. A heavy silence s