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– I know. You are safe for now. My friends from Laos work in this clinic. It will be easier for me to keep you safe here than in Bangkok. Sultana’s fingers slowly unclenched Amir’s hand, and she sat down on the leather sofa in a detached manner.

– Okay. Maybe you are right.

– Honey, believe me. This monster woman no longer has the same connections as before and even more so as her husband. Especially here in Spain. She has already failed, and she will fail a second time. Sultana had to agree, but feeling fear, reluctantly went to her room.

Amir felt an incomprehensible sense of guilt in front of his wife. Leaving the Sultan alone in this country, he understood that this was the best option to prevent a threat to her life. Yet his premonition said otherwise.

Left alone, a feeling of alienation came over Sultana. It seemed to her that she had been betrayed, abandoned, handed over to an orphanage. Of course, all this was not so, but the feeling of resentment outweighed the girl’s overwhelming emotions, and sitting on the windowsill, she stared out the window. – What a beautiful girl. Is she also being treated for infertility? Sultana saw the Wine walking around the territory.