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Chapter 79 - Blood relationship

Omer was afraid of her tears. Every time Defne cried, he panicked and was ready to do anything to make her tears dry and she smiles again. But now everything was different. The tears brought relief. Omer saw it in the expressive, deep eyes of his Defne.

"Not his daughter," she whispered under her breath. On the next phrase, her voice grew stronger. - I'm not his daughter!

Omer took the sheet of paper from her trembling fingers and read the line under the columns of numbers.

"Negative result 100%. No relationship."

Not her father! This freak is not Defne's father. He did not yet know if this was good or bad for the peace of mind of his wife, but he felt inner satisfaction. Kadir Shishmaz, a scoundrel, a swindler, and a blackmailer is not the father of his sunny girl Defne.

She, wiping her tears, got to her feet, took the DNA test from her husband's hands, hid it in her purse, and threw the long strap over her shoulder. And then, with restraint and calmness, she turned to the investigator:

- Thank you for your help.

"This is my job," he replied. - The evidence data for depriving Kadir Shishmaz of his paternal rights are ready and by the middle of the week, I will submit it to the court. You will be informed of the date and time of the court.

"Thank you," said Omer.

He took Defne's arm and led her out of the room.

Once outside, she stopped and buried her face in his chest. He silently hugged her and let her cry. And then he drove to the waterside, they sat on "their" bench, and ordered:

- Now tell me what tormented you so? Why did you need to know if you were his daughter or not? But first, answer me - are you feeling better?

- I feel better! Defne blurted out. - As if a stone fell from the soul. I can now hate him without any remorse.

- Did you feel remorse? - Omer was surprised and immediately stopped himself - this is Defne! She has the kindest and noblest heart in the universe.

"Yes," she replied. "I hate him so ... hate him so much!" I wish him a fair reckoning and torment. So that for every tear of Esra, and grandmother, and ... mine, he answered a hundredfold. I was ashamed of my feelings. How can you hate your own father so much? And, having experienced such hatred, do not I become like him? But now everything has cleared up. He is not my father. I can hate him!

- You can, - Omer took her face in his hands and kissed her lips lightly. Looking into her eyes, he smiled and advised: - But it's better if you forget about him, and your hatred evaporates.

- It will evaporate! - Defne promised fervently. - As soon as he is sentenced, I will forget about him immediately and forever!

For a couple of minutes, they sat in silence and looked at the blue waters of the Bosphorus sparkling in the sun. And then Omer asked:

- Will you tell your relatives about the test result?

Defne shook her head thoughtfully and replied:

- I do not know. Yes, probably. In fact, this does not matter for our relationship. We are relatives, and it does not matter who our fathers are. It doesn't matter at all.

Omer hugged her, kissed the top of her head, and said hoarsely:

- You are a wise, little woman and I love you more than life. It doesn't really matter to me who your father is. I know who YOU are and I admire you endlessly.