As Fatmagül was led out to safety, Bihter took her place at the stand. She poured herself a glass of water, looked the Judge dead in the eye, and smirked.
"Wait," the Judge whispered, putting on his glasses. "The one in the cardigan... she’s actually crying because she’s sad? Not because she’s being manipulative and dramatic?" FatmagГјlГјn SuГ§u Yok Biz Onu Bihter SandД±k
Fatmagül blinked. "I… I just want to bake bread. I live in a farmhouse with Kerim. Who is this nephew?" As Fatmagül was led out to safety, Bihter
The Judge, an elderly man who had clearly watched too many reruns of Aşk-ı Memnu , leaned over his bench. "Don't play coy with us. We saw the finale! We saw the stone-cold look in your eyes before the gun went off!" and smirked. "Wait