"Ibrahim,"

I uttered as the federal agents and police officers came in while I was on the podium claiming everyone's attention as I finished my presentation, and I was waiting for his comment.

He gazes at me while they out the cuffs on him, "I was wrong," He smirks, "I was in the wrong Dory, you will become a brilliant doctor, I am sorry to make you doubt that once upon a time."

The verification I desired for more than five years came from the only mouth I needed it to, and he knew it. Even if I didn't want to admit to myself or to him. I desired his approval over my work. Although he strips me from hearing my name from his mouth and how he played with it in a fascinating way, I smile at him. The proud smirk seemed not to fade away from his lips. He spoke once more as I was unable to see his eyes from the amount of hair on his face. "Take care of them for me," His emotionless mask was back up as he lowered his face, his eyes became dark.

The once pulled off was once newly pulled up, but this time it seemed that I was the one who put it back on him. He seemed to put it up repeatedly to make me breathe once more as I felt the breath not being able to pass through my lungs from all the stares and the whispers that filled the packed room.

The fear he once didn't want me to experience I was now experiencing.

It must be fitting that this started in a lecture room, and it ceases in a lecture room as I stared at them, taking the professor away.

After he left, I couldn't sustain myself and went immediately to the children ward. I sow Layan and Lila standing by the window, peaking through the closed blinds, and watching the police car as they took pictures in their little cameras. I hold both their arms firmly in my grasp so they would move from the windows. The sounds of the sirens always intrigued them, so I knew they would be beside the windows and I knew Layan wanted to document it for him.

I also know that if they saw their father, they won't be able to resent not running after him. My entire body vibrates with the need to run - though I'm not sure in which direction. I'm anxious and terrified all at once.

When I move them from the windows, Lila clutched tightly into her camera as I helped her back into her bed. "Where is Baba ?" Layan asks curiously, looking behind me.

She seemed to comprehend what the nurses, the news, the visitors in the children ward were talking about for a month now. She seemed to know, or she recognised that for the first time since she met her father, he and I didn't walk into the room together.

My eyes fell, not wanting to meet her intense green once that reminded me so much of his, "I want Baba," She shouted loudly.

Her small roar seemed to take me away from that moment as I covered my ears with both of my hands so vigorously.

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I stand in the courtroom after the restless amount of court days I had to endure. I had to spend hours absent from my daughters and apart from my passion in the medical field.

However, I stood there because I won't allow the injustice my father served first when he stole the Yilmaz fortune. Killed my mother. Kidnapped both professor and I, I won't allow the professor and his brother to get away with their unethical medical practices. And Mrs Chamberlain and Mr Black. Mostly I won't let my daughters grow up in a world where the truth has to be silenced because it is more convenient. And I want each of the convicts to seek redemption and to know that there are still some people left in the world that can't be bought with money.

My heart pounds loudly in my chest, and my stomach is tied in knots, as I stood a few feet away from the convicted felons: Mrs Chamberlain, Rosie Chamberlain, Mr Black, Diab, and Ibrahim Yilmaz alongside his brother Ahmad Yilmaz.

In the benches behind them sat all their families and loved once. Curses and false accusation had been cast at me as my character, religion, and financial gain played into view.

My aunts came into my defence once they knew what really happened. They went into the witness stand and told their side of the story. Their support seemed to be the only thing I needed to forgive and forget and so did they.

Some students and faculty members were required to come to testify. Once witnesses get seated in the witness stand and go against any of the influential names listed as convicts, they quickly relapse and Adilah, my lawyer, said it was either caused by bribery of future gain.

The first hearing depicted Mrs Revera's side of the story and how her mother did numerous experiments on her years ago for her scientific gain but never succeeded. The emotional scars of the fifty-year-old woman that feared to come to the truth before, now she stood so confident.

The second hearing drew attention to how Rosie chamberlain and the professor got married to use spousal privilege, which is the right to refuse to provide evidence or testify in a legal proceeding against your spouse. They used it to hide the murder of two trial based victims in the labs inside the college. They only got divorced when the examination was over, and they were clear from any charges.

The fifth hearing proceeded with my father. They first started with what he did to me as well as what he did to the Yilmaz family. Secondly, Diab was charged with embezzlement of more than Eight million dollars from multiple partners for a gene manipulated babies since he was sure that Layan was genetically manipulated which she wasn't. Thirdly, he was accused of killing multiple people, including my mother, and Kerem.

The ninth trial consisted of how they were all a part of a mob organization, how they started off to create it, how each of them played a role in it, how they come to collect all these constructions and capitals. Mr Black killing my grandfather and how Mrs Chamberlain and Mr Black used multiple organization and charity events to their gain and benefited into providing an unethical working condition.

The eleventh trial consisted of how the hospital and the private institute played a role as a facade for their secret organizations, how all of them involved tested on human beings, how they used every trick in the book to get away with everything before.

The final day arrived after a series of trials. I hold my hands tightly together as I watch their accusing faces directed to me. I wanted my head to fall, but it didn't. It rose higher. After refusing every huge settlement, Mr black, chamberlain's family offered. There was no denying that they were going to serve time since the same briefcase that Ibrahim brought to accuse my father is the sole reason for the downfall of their empire.

I smirked at his idiocy, How can a genius think like that, "You know the only problem with your plan was that your lust and desire was steered at the wrong girl," I stated as I cupped his face in my hand.

I remember the words I told him, a few months ago, on the bathroom floor. Now I felt how true it was as I sow Ibrahim gather all the evidence for me. It was indeed the only downfall in their organization.

For a second, I simply stare at him. He fell for the wrong girl.

For a split second, he gazes back, and our eyes connect in between the mess. His calm exterior was now faded. His mask fell for a few second for me to see him. And I was sure my eyes could speak to him as well as his spoke to me.

Tell me who do I run to ?- My eyes seem to speak.

It like he knew my thoughts and he read my mind as I looked into his piercing eyes. He seemed to understand as he smiled softly.

Memories - His mouthed.

Without the meaning behind his word, it seemed to be only a word. Nevertheless, It was more because it was a destination he went to every time he saw my face, every time I was mean and angry at him and it seemed to be where he is now.

His eyes spoke one last time as clearly and vividly as mine did.

Don't let go -

Don't let go -

He seemed dense, sorrowful. I look at him and for the first time, I don't see a lion anymore, but a harmless cat. However, It was too late now. Once Adilah looks in his direction, that mask was pulled back again. "Dear, relax there is nothing to fear," My Lawyer, Adilah, said calmly giving one of my hands a squeeze.

I wasn't afraid anymore that was the problem.

"All rise for her Honor Judge Jane Thomas." announced the bailiff. The judge came out of her chambers and headed for the bench she sat then banged her gavel.

"Court is in session." The bailiff went back to his post.

"We are here for the sentencing of Lorrene Chamberlain, Tom Black, Malik Diab, Ahmad Yilmaz, Rosie Chamberlain, Ibrahim Yilmaz." Judge Thomas spoke.

My heart went to my throat as I sow this was my last chance to say anything to Ibrahim, my father or the judge to sway her opinion. I refused. Anything the judge needed to know was in my testimony.

"Alright, I will begin." The judge spoke.

She called everyone individually and told them what they were guilty of and the charges they were found not guilty of since some For most crimes, the state loses the power to charge you with a felony 5 years after the crime is committed except murder, rape, terrorism but as she uttered his name.

"Ibrahim Yilmaz, please stand before the court. You have been found not guilty of the dispense of Pills and the trials experiment. You have been found guilty of the charges presented by Wahaj Muhammad. I have reread all testimonials and records towards the case and have reached my decision. Ibrahim Yilmaz, you're hereby sentenced to Five years in the state's men prison with the possibility of parole after two years of good behaviour. After which, you will serve a year of probation. Your Medical license is suspended, and you are dismissed from working in Chamberlain college and any future medical clinic."

The gavel hit the podium. "Bailiff, please take him away."

The bailiff handcuffed Ibrahim then guided him by the elbow as I can hear his mother crying her eyes out behind me. I couldn't bear to look. He was escorted out but he looked at his mother with an apologetic smile as if he was trying to say that he was sorry for disgracing her. I let out a breath I was holding. No trial. No getting on the witness stand.

Yet I wasn't relieved, My heart throbbed. I told her I didn't want them to serve jail time, but it wasn't a matter of want anymore; it was a matter of justice now.

Mrs Chamberlain was found guilty of several cases, but none included her daughter's abuse claims since several years have already past, and she will serve between seven to fifteen years with a fine. Rosie Chamberlain wasn't found guilty of many of the significant charges presented since she seemed to have a powerful figure behind her. Her cases were sealed the moment they came but after the society disapproved. She was sentenced to community service ONLY. Ahmad Yilmaz was sentenced to a large fine and some time in community service. Mr Black will serve only seven years instead of twenty five on the evidence gathered from old fees as well as the new one that rose in the trial. My father will serve between fifteen to twenty-five due to the killing of my mother, Kerem, and the embezzlement, these were the only charges he was found guilty off.

Ibrahim charges consisted of his medical trails and how he helped Rosie chamberlain, but since Rosie was never found guilty, he was neither, so all his harms were from my side of the story. His gene manipulation, his unethical pills display, and his role in the college scandal, as well as some files he has handed to me.

"It's all over, kiddo." Adilah smiled at me as I sow my aunts in the benches behind me coming toward me in the sea of people.

"Thank you," I told Adilah, "Thanks for being there in every step of the way."

I hugged her before going into the crowded atmosphere between congrats and death threats from people, "I hope you see this injustice in your children," I heard a voice say before I reach my aunts, but before I could, I was pulled from going to them by Mrs Revera; my former therapist.

"Thanks for speaking up, thanks for giving me the courage to do so." She smiled at me before she hugged me. "Thanks for doing this, Wahaj."

She introduced me to her husband as he began to compliment me for my courage, and as did my aunts when I reached them. But for me, it wasn't courage that I felt. It was the emptiness I tasted once I came into the conclusion of going against him. I felt like a hypocrite after what I did to him after stabbing him and stealing his organ. Wasn't I supposed to be punished too? I thought. But I then thought about my daughters; I can't leave them alone.

"Are you okay?" My aunt asked as we entered the car. I paused before answering.

"I am fine," I faked a quick smile, "I just need to get back to my girls."

"They are at my house." My aunt Seren spoke.

"Why ?" I wondered.

"Once we get home, we have a surprise for you." She smilied.

"Please don't tell me a surprise party," I dreaded.

"You ruined it," Aunt Meray accused.

"Good now that you know, act surprised, and happy" She ordered.

I didn't answer.

"At least act like you won and didn't lose." She looked in the rearview mirror inside the car at me, "Even though some of the punihsment seemed so unfair, especially Mr Black's and Rosie, but what can you do at least we got justice for Baba's death," Aunt Miray continued feeling proud.

Silence.

Did this how it felt to play his games?

Emptiness.

A/N

Assalam Alaikum beautiful people.

This chapter was tough to write. Don't hate me for it.. Lol.

Important note, There aren't many chapters left, this is coming to an end.

I was thinking of releasing two more chapters today and three tomorrow and I can finally mark it as complete.

Do you think you are ready?