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Disa asks about the babysitter, and Defne clicks her tongue. No. Her features are too thin to be pure, and she's too skinny from travel. She decides. Her nose wrinkles, She reeked of the aftermath of a heat.

It gave Defne a sense of dread to think that her son could have gone behind her back. She wanted grandchildren, preferably grandchildren that didn't see more than one of her own children as parents, but there was a way things were meant to be done. Kemal could not abandon the ways of his home so easily, could he?

She eyes up Disa once more, something crossing her face. You would do better. Your body is small, but well built. Strong children will come from you, Disa. She likes Disa better. More than that, she resents the idea that she might not have a say. Have you thought about children?