All Chapters of A heart bleeding with love: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

All she had thought about was that someone needed her help. And she would never refuse to treat someone who needed her, regardless of the time or place. That was why she was here now, asleep from sheer exhaustion. In front of her, on the large bed in the center of the room, Radwa slept peacefully. The redness had faded from her face, and the features that had been tense and terrified earlier had relaxed in sleep. She lay on her back with her hands at her sides. Natural light streamed through the window, illuminating the room. She shifted uncomfortably in her sleep, suddenly clutching her forehead and rubbing it strangely, as though a nightmare had found her and was disturbing her rest. She tossed and turned, making frightened, irritated sounds. Hind had always been a light sleeper, so even the slightest movement woke her. She rose, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, and quickly approached Radwa. She gently patted her head and massaged her hands, trying to help her muscles re

The moment the door closed, the sound echoed through the quiet living room. The atmosphere was heavy, as though silence itself had settled over everything. The only thing breaking the stillness was the sound of Hind’s breathing as she sat before him, focused and tense. She raised her eyes to him questioningly, but her expression revealed nothing about what she thought of the situation. That prompted him to speak, the concern obvious in his voice, as though the question weighing on him was far heavier than the words themselves. “What exactly happened to her, Doctor?” Hind studied him for a moment, as though carefully choosing the right words—words that would convey the truth without increasing his anxiety. Then she answered, trying to keep her voice clinical rather than sorrowful. “She had a panic attack because of what happened. And she’ll probably continue experiencing them for some time. What happened to her wasn’t easy, Mr. Engineer. Yes, she doesn’t have any major

“Yes. He traveled. I don’t know where exactly. Some strange town, I think. He said he was going away with his friends for a change of scenery...” His features froze. The pieces of the puzzle began falling into place. What he had initially thought was merely an unfortunate incident suddenly seemed much more deliberate. The possibility that Nader—his own nephew—was behind what had happened to Radwa began to take shape in his mind with frightening clarity, especially given the strange timing of his departure. He ended the call quickly, offering his mother a few brief reassurances before tapping the button to hang up. He remained standing outside for a few moments, leaning his back against the wall as he tried to process what had just become clear to him. Then he returned inside with heavy steps, his heart weighed down by anger and distress. He decided to occupy himself with something useful. So he headed toward the kitchen, intending to prepare a simple meal for Radwa so she wo

That evening, the nurse Dr. Hind had told him about arrived. She appeared to be around twenty-five years old, with short blond hair and calm features. Neither short nor tall, she was of average height. Once Murad was reassured that someone was staying beside Radwa, he went to the company for only two hours before returning. He thanked God that Nancy was still on vacation. Otherwise, she would have spent the entire time asking why he hadn’t come to the company. He was not the type to neglect his work like this or leave everything in the hands of his assistant. He had always treated his work with almost sacred dedication. And yet here he was, unknowingly breaking the first rule of his life because of her. It was one in the morning when he finally returned. He parked his car in front of the house and walked inside with an exhausted expression. He had put tremendous effort into clearing the work that had piled up over the past two days. Signatures. Reviewing documents. Meeti

He would make sure she received justice. Murad took her hands, reassuring her that he was real and that he was with her, because he understood that she was afraid he might only be a figment of her imagination. Her fingertips were freezing. He closed his eyes sadly and sighed before speaking in his warm, soothing voice. “I’m right here beside you, and I’m not leaving you. No one will be able to come near you as long as I’m here.” Her eyes asked him for more reassurance. So he squeezed her hands firmly, proving that he would never leave her to face her fate alone. Then he spoke with certainty. “I promised you. I promised I’d get you justice. Just be patient. That’s all. Everything will happen when the time is right. Don’t worry. Don’t worry at all... I’m right here with you, I swear.” No one knows how bitter and brutal it is to live with that kind of fear. To see fear standing before you everywhere, in everything. No one knows what it means to long for peace. It is the simp