"What?" Navya's voice wavered with uncertainty. She wasn't sure if she had heard correctly.

"Radhika, go to your room," Cabir instructed sternly, his tone leaving no room for argument. Without hesitation, Radhika obeyed, disappearing from the room immediately.

Navya turned her attention back to Cabir, her confusion deepening. "Cabir, what are you saying? What do you mean we cannot live here anymore?" she asked, rising to her feet.

Cabir exhaled sharply, struggling to maintain his composure. "Navya, I said we cannot stay here any longer," he repeated, his voice measured but firm.

Suspicion flickered across Navya's face. "Who has instigated you, Cabir? Tell me," she demanded, her eyes searching his for answers.

Cabir stared at her blankly, then took a step closer, his presence suddenly looming. "You have done enough damage, Navya. And I am ashamed of myself for not reacting this way sooner," he said, his voice rising with each word. "How could you say that they mean nothing to me? When I first stepped into this house, you were not there for me. They didn't tell me I was adopted because they cared for me, not because they wanted to deceive me. You were not there when my mother stayed awake until I fell asleep. You were absent when I was struggling. For twenty-three years, Navya, you were not by my side—but they were!" His voice had escalated to a near shout, his frustration spilling over.

Navya felt as if everything was slipping from her grasp. "Cabir, why are you yelling at me? I am only thinking about you," she pleaded, reaching out to touch him.

Cabir recoiled, pushing her hands away. "No, Navya. You are only thinking about yourself. Your selfishness blinds you. I don't even know what I ever saw in you. How could I have loved you? I regret meeting you, Navya. I regret crossing paths with you. If not for this baby you are carrying, I would have cut all ties with you long ago. The only reason I hesitated every time I thought of confronting you was because of the baby. Because I kept convincing myself that you weren't this heartless, that someone must have manipulated you, that I still loved you. But today? Not today. I will not hold back today!" His words came out like a tidal wave, years of bottled-up emotions finally breaking free.

Navya stood frozen, her eyes welling up with tears. "Cabir... do you regret us?" she whispered, barely able to form the words.

"I regret you. I regret everything about us. Every moment, every connection, every shared memory—I regret it all. I even regret this baby because, with you as its mother, how can it ever have a happy life? No matter how much I try, I will never be able to give it the joy it deserves," Cabir said, his eyes bloodshot with fury.

Navya gasped, her heart shattering at his words.

Cabir inhaled deeply, forcing himself to steady his voice. "I won't leave you alone—not because I care about you, but because I recognize my responsibility toward this baby. But from now on, I will decide, and you will follow. I beg you, Navya, do not defy me. And let me make one thing very clear—do not utter a word to my parents, to Manik, or to Nandini. If you do, you will see a side of me you never have before. Pack your bags—we are leaving soon." He folded his hands in front of her, his expression unreadable, before turning toward the door.

As he reached for the doorknob, he halted. "And don't you dare bring up the property or inheritance. We are not taking anything from them. They have given me enough love to last a lifetime," he added before storming out of the room.

Meanwhile, in another part of the house, a conversation was unfolding.

"Raj, what were you saying about your decision regarding Cabir and Navya?" Nyonika inquired, concern evident in her voice.

Raj sighed, rubbing his temple before responding. "Nyonika, I can no longer endure these constant conflicts. I've decided to relocate Cabir to Delhi. We have business operations there—he can oversee them. It would be best for everyone involved," he said, swallowing his medicine.

Nyonika nodded in agreement. "That sounds reasonable, but do you think Navya will agree to this?"

Raj scoffed, his patience wearing thin. "Frankly, I don't care. This is the most I am willing to do for her."

Before Nyonika could respond, a voice interrupted them. "That won't be necessary, Dad."

Both Raj and Nyonika turned toward the doorway, startled to see Cabir standing there. Nyonika stood up, facing him fully, while Raj remained seated, studying his son's expression.

"What happened, Cabir?" Raj asked cautiously.

Cabir stepped forward and sank into the chair opposite his father. "Dad, Mom—I owe you both an apology. I have disappointed you beyond measure. Because of my ignorance and inaction, everything has spiraled out of control. I don't want to be the reason this family loses its peace anymore," he said, his voice heavy with remorse.

Raj and Nyonika exchanged perplexed glances. "What are you saying, Cabir?" Nyonika asked, sensing a shift in his demeanor.

"I mean, we are leaving. Navya and I will not stay here any longer. It is for the best. I no longer have the strength to reason with her. Every attempt to make her understand is futile," Cabir admitted.

Raj studied his son carefully. "Cabir, I had already planned to shift you to our Delhi branch. You can take charge there," he proposed.

Cabir shook his head. "Dad, you have done more than enough for me. I cannot keep taking from you. I will manage on my own."

"Cabir, how will you manage? What will you do? Where will you go?" Nyonika interjected, concern lacing her tone.

Cabir offered a small, tired smile. "Mom, I will figure something out. You both gave me the best education—I must be capable of something," he said reassuringly.

Raj leaned forward, his expression serious. "Cabir, let me be direct with you. If you truly wish to distance yourself from privileges, then do one thing—go to Delhi and work in the company, but as an employee. Start from the bottom. Earn your salary like everyone else. It is not easy to find work immediately, especially when you have a baby on the way."

Cabir hesitated, wanting to protest, but before he could, Nyonika gently placed a hand on his back. "Your father is right, Cabir. And why should you, Radhika, and the baby suffer because of Navya's actions? Just accept the offer," she urged.

Cabir sighed deeply. "Mom, you know Navya will make a scene about this again. You know how she has become—or maybe this is how she always was," he said, defeated.

Nyonika's expression hardened. "She has become insufferable, Cabir. And we are deeply disappointed that you made no effort to guide her. We expected more from you."

Cabir looked at her with glassy eyes. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

Raj placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Let the past be the past. I will book your flight to Delhi."

Cabir quickly interrupted. "No, Dad. I accept the job offer, but only as an employee. I will start from scratch. Other than that, please don't do anything for me. I will handle the rest."

Raj studied him for a moment before nodding. "Are you sure?"

Cabir nodded firmly.

Raj sighed. "Just know that we still care for you. One wrong decision does not erase our love for you."

Cabir said nothing. He had already heard enough. He did not expect his mother to stop him, nor did he need her to.

"We leave tomorrow morning. I'll go talk to Manik and Nandini now," he said, before walking away.