Chapter 117

“I know,” Ayleen replied softly, settling at her desk. “I’ve endured worse than petty gossip.” She reached for the patient files stacked neatly on the corner of her desk, ready to dive into her work.

But Sarah wasn’t having it. She snatched the file from Ayleen’s hand, raising a brow.

“Oh no, you’re not getting away that easily. You’ve been gone for almost a month, and you’re not even going to offer your best friend some tea?”

Ayleen rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. “If you’re asking about Uncle Ibrahim, he’s fine now, thankfully.”

“That’s great, but I’m asking about your dearest husband.” Sarah leaned closer, her tone serious. “Is he still the same, or has he tried anything?”

Ayleen chuckled softly, leaning back in her chair. She appreciated Sarah’s concern. Of all people, Sarah knew bits and pieces of the storm that was her past with Murat—enough to be protective.

She looked down at her wedding ring, the stone catching the light and sparkling