Chapter 137

Her body felt heavy, her mind clouded with memories of the previous day. Sleep had only come in the early hours, leaving her disoriented.

As she stood, her gaze landed on the suitcases near the closet. Murat was back.

Her breath hitched. ‘He must be with Uncle Ibrahim,’ she thought, but there was no sign of him around. Her mind raced, wondering how to handle the storm brewing inside her.

Descending the stairs with hesitant steps, she entered the lounge. The familiar sounds of the Khan family greeted her. Chachi was oiling Rania’s hair while Zohreh scolded Amir for neglecting his studies. Phoopho sat engrossed in a television drama, munching on fruits.

Ayleen forced a polite smile. “Good afternoon,” she greeted quietly, masking her turmoil.

After exchanging brief pleasantries, she turned toward Uncle Ibrahim’s room. Her mind wrestled with how to tell him the truth about Shoaib without aggravating his health. This wasn’t something she could ignore, but Mu