Noah's Pov

A week has gone by and there were no signs of drama around my doorstep.

Knowing my father, I was shocked he had not reacted.

He was one not cast a blind eye to what had happened a week before.

"Noah," came the voice of Mrs. Fatmagul as she walked right into my study.

"Ma'am,"

I ushered her to seat down.

"I know you do love my daughter. However, do not turn a blind eye to your father silence," she ...