When Kahraman demanded the truth about his father, Bozkurt laughed and said: “Your father owed me money. The sea was my collector.”
Yes. That Derya.
Kahraman had a choice: vengeance or love. The old Yarali would have killed Nihad Korhan with his bare hands, then let the guilt eat him alive. But the man sitting across from Derya—the man with stitches she had sewn—realized something terrible and beautiful.