Chapter 112

The clock on the wall ticked past 11, its rhythmic sound echoing through the quiet farmhouse. Ayleen’s gaze remained fixed on it, the passing hours doing nothing to ease her growing unease. Murat had been gone the entire day. The only information she’d managed to extract was from the watchman, who told her he had left early in the morning.

She wrapped the duvet tighter around herself, the cold air brushing against her exposed hands. It wasn’t just his absence that gnawed at her; it was everything. The absence of alcohol to numb him in the farmhouse, the way last night had unknowingly dragged him back to Selina’s haunting memories—it all compounded her worry.

She thought of calling Ibrahim Khan but dismissed the idea; the man was already burdened with enough while managing matters in the UK. Berat came to mind, and though embarrassment heated her cheeks, she had reluctantly taken Murat’s number from him without divulging the full situation.

However, several calls la