All Chapters of The Heir in My Womb: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Mazen turned off the engine, but he did not get out immediately. His hands remained on the steering wheel as he closed his eyes for several long seconds and let out a breath heavier than it should have been. He was exhausted... so exhausted that the muscles in his neck ached from lack of sleep, and his eyes had been burning for two full days. Ever since that terrifying phone call reached him, he had known no rest. He had not left the hospital until he had personally made sure that Salim’s condition had stabilized. He had spent hours sitting beside him, watching his chest rise and fall, listening to the steady beeping of the medical machines, until the doctor had finally announced that the danger had temporarily passed. He had wished he could see him moving again... Playing with him again. He should have felt relieved... But he didn’t. Quite the opposite. That heavy feeling in his chest only grew stronger with every passing minute. A strange feeling... One he couldn’t expla

with empty hands. She turned one last time toward the floor where her little one lay in the neonatal intensive care unit, behind thick glass, surrounded by machines and wires. His tiny body looked almost lost inside the transparent incubator. She felt something being torn from her chest as she walked away. She whispered in a voice barely audible, “Wait for me... I’ll come back for you.” Salma walked beside her, holding her arm in case she stumbled. Asia’s mother walked ahead of them at a slow pace, wiping away her tears whenever she thought her daughter wasn’t looking. Mazen’s mother followed behind them, carrying the hospital bag herself, refusing to let any of the servants do it. She approached Asia and gently patted her shoulder. “Don’t worry, my dear... The doctor said the baby is fine. He just needs some time.” Asia gave her a weak smile. “And how can a mother’s heart be at peace when she returns home... while she has left her heart behind?” Silence fell. None of t

Asia opened her eyes with difficulty. Her vision was blurry at first. All she could see were white patches moving before her, while the smell of disinfectants filled her lungs. She tried to move, but her face tightened in pain before her eyes finally settled on the figure sitting beside the bed. It was Mazen. He sat in the nearby chair, his head bowed forward, his elbows resting on his knees, his fingers tightly interlocked until his knuckles had turned white. He looked as though he hadn’t slept in days. A faint beard had grown carelessly across his jaw, his tie was loosened, and his sunken eyes were surrounded by dark circles, as if the night had settled inside them and refused to leave. He didn’t notice that she had awakened. He kept staring at the floor. Asia moved her fingers faintly across the sheet. That was enough. He lifted his head sharply, as though his heart had been waiting for that single movement. And when his eyes met hers... His entire expression changed in

A nurse stopped her with a gentle smile. “Mrs. Asia?” She nodded. The nurse said softly, “The doctor is waiting for both of you.” Asia raised her brows in surprise, then turned instinctively, only to find Mazen standing a short distance away. The two exchanged a brief glance before walking silently behind the nurse. The doctor was standing in front of the neonatal unit, going through a medical file. The moment he saw them, he closed it and gave them a reassuring smile. “Thank God... the little one is responding exceptionally well.” Asia held her breath. “Really?” The doctor smiled. “Yes. He still needs to remain in the neonatal unit, but all his indicators are reassuring.” He glanced at the baby behind the glass before looking back at them. “If he continues at this rate, he should be able to leave the unit in about a week.” Asia’s eyes widened until they filled with tears. “Only a week?” “God willing.” Then he gestured toward a side door. “And you can go in to see h

The following morning... Mazen walked slowly out of the courthouse, his lawyer beside him, carrying the leather briefcase under his arm. The courthouse entrance was crowded with people and the cameras of several reporters watching those coming out. But the moment they spotted Mazen, they tried to approach him. “Mr. Mazen... do you have any comment?” “Is it true that your wife is insisting on the divorce?” “Will you respond to the allegations?” He didn’t even look at them. His personal guard quickly opened the car door for him, and he got inside. His lawyer followed moments later. The car pulled away, and neither man spoke. Mazen stared out the window until the lawyer finally broke the silence. “This won’t be resolved quickly.” He didn’t respond. The man continued, “The case could take several hearings, especially with the compensation claims and the documents submitted by the other side.” Mazen lowered his head slightly. “I expected that.” The lawyer pulled out a sma