Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty-Six
Asli lowered the reports onto the table one page at a time. Then she looked up.
"Call Ahmet's father."
The words were calm.
Too calm.
She watched as the doctor's smile disappeared. "What?"
"You heard me." Asli insisted and her shoulders stiffened.
For the first time since she'd walked into the room, the woman faltered. Her fingers curled unconsciously against the empty envelope she still held.
"I..." Her throat bobbed. "I don't think…"
"Call him."
The doctor's breathing hitched. Asli watched every tiny movement. The woman's confidence had evaporated.
Interesting.
So...
'You fear his father.' The thought settled in her mind almost lazily. 'Not me nor Ahmet.'
Her lips pressed into a thin line. People usually lost their composure the moment she entered a room. Yet this woman had spoken to her as though they were acquaintances.
Now all it had taken was the mention of one man and her hands had begun to shake.
"I..."
