In a few minutes, Asli was driving out of her Villa. She knew her nanny would do a great job exaggerating her illness. She did it when she was twelve.
'Asli isn't feeling well, sir.' Ruth told her adoptive father when he stormed into her suite. She had been staying there since she was nine, away from the men.
'What do you mean she is sick? No child of mine falls sick.' the man boomed back and for a quick second, Asli had thought that was a loving father speaking… until he continued. 'Arh, I forgot she isn't my flesh and blood. Tell her if she wants to be recognized, she better hide her pain even when a tree passes through her lungs.'
'The doctor just left. He said Asli needs rest or else it could get serious. The little girl has been training and…' her nanny's tone had become more serious and young Asli hid underneath her blankets as if it could save her.
