Amina nodded through her tears.
“I will.”
He did not embrace her immediately.
Forgiveness, he understood, was not a switch that could be turned on the moment the truth was revealed.
It was a decision that would have to be supported by actions.
The following week, Malik’s older brothers arrived.
News of the lawyer’s visit had somehow reached Hamza, who appeared at the apartment with Youssef and their sister, Nadia.
Hamza entered without knocking properly.
“Father, I heard you have been making decisions about the properties.”
Suleiman looked up from his chair.
“I have.”
“And you did not think to inform your children?”
“I informed the people who needed to be informed.”
Hamza’s face reddened.
“I am your eldest son. I have a right to know what is happening with the family estate.”
Idris, who had returned to finalize the business documents, closed his folder.
“Any rights you have under applicable inheritance law are separate from your father’s present ownership and decisions. Your father is alive, legally competent, and entitled to independent advice about his affairs.”
