Ali or Ozan?

Leyla shook her head quickly. "No, I'm fine," she insisted.

Ali didn't look convinced. "Leyla..." he started, his voice softer now.

She hesitated, then took a deep breath. "Ali... Why are you being nice to me?" she finally asked, her gaze sharp as she studied his face.

For a second, he didn't answer, as if caught off guard by the question. Then, with a small smirk, he shrugged. "Because you're different. And different people don't last long in this place if they don't have someone watching their back."

Leyla wasn't sure how to respond to that. She didn't need anyone to watch her back. But... maybe, just maybe, it wouldn't be a bad thing to have one person she could rely on in this mansion.

Leyla didn't trust anyone. Not Ali, not the other maids, not a single soul in this mansion. She was here for one reason only—to gather information and take Ozan down.

So, when Ali showed concern for her health, placing his hand on her forehead to check for a fever, she pretended to be sick.

"I'm fine," she said weakly. "I just need to rest for a bit."

Ali hesitated, but then nodded. "Alright… just let me know if you need anything."

Leyla turned away, leaving quickly. She had no use for kindness. Not here.