Mr. Paralyzed's Bed
Chapter 134

A luxury 5-deck cruise ship owned by Mustafa runs out towards the Mediterranean Sea. I don't know, which land is the destination, for sure, the ship has been sailing at sea for a long time.

Of the 1 basic deck and 4 main decks, there are at least 6 large rooms with all the luxury amenities. There are also 10 standard-sized rooms and 5 rooms for the rest of the crew. The splendor is not only seen from the many rooms, but also facilities such as sports venues, swimming pools, Spa places, mini casinos, as well as mini cinemas that can accommodate 20 people at once. Really, really fancy.

Of the six luxurious rooms on board, one was where Aishe slept, and the other two were used by Mustafa as well as a middle-aged man.

Aishe fell asleep after washing herself, changing her clothes, and treating her wounds. Mustafa is seen walking in the corridor to one of the main rooms that was stopped by a man.

"How are you?" mustafa asked to see the man standing with his wooden stick, facing the glass window whose curtains were open.

"That's you?" The medium-bodied man quickly turned his head, his gaze straight ahead as if looking at Mustafa, but the man's brownish bead of eyes was like looking at the other side.

His eyebrows are sharply curved, with clearly visible eye lines. His eyes look sharp, with a sharp nose and thin lips. His moustache and beard looked thick black, in contrast to his gray hair.

"It's been a few months since you got here. This time, what made you come?" the man continued walking with his cane, approaching towards the sofa.

"You can't just visit me, can you?" guess origin. It seemed, the man knew Mustafa well enough, his tone even sounded a little harsh.

Mustafa walked over, with a smile on his face. From that expression, it was obvious that the man's guess was quite precise.

"Yes, I brought someone with me. Do you want to know her?" Mustafa poured a cup of tea, then sat down next to the man.

"It's this old, you still want to joke with me? My wife and kids I can't tell you, how am I supposed to meet anyone else?" her reply looked straight ahead and leaned back leisurely.

"Who are you carrying? Rehan?" guess it.

The two corners of Mustafa's lips rose for a moment. Apparently, the curiosity of the man sitting beside her had managed to make her smile.

"He .. my daughter."

"You, you remarry? Since when do you have a daughter?" The man's tone rose, sounding in disbelief. "I think I need to visit Leyla's grave! How is an old man like you still so fertile!"

PACKS!

"ah! Why did you hit me!"

"Why didn't you just die back then!" mustafa exclaimed with a frown.

"He's my adopted son who was handpicked by your son! You don't know, how persistent was your son that seduced me into signing the adoption papers to marry him?"

The middle-aged man stood up. "W-what? The boy got married? Even when I, her father hasn't come back?"

He firmly lifted the wooden stick up and dropped it down until the sound of 'dock' from the wood resting on each other.

"Fuck fucker, how dare he –"

Not yet had the middle-aged man cursed. Mustafa who was holding the teacup cut off his speech.

"Don't keep swearing at him!" mustafa. "He's an adult, and he's willing to breed. It's all your fault, too, you keep hiding here, letting him fight your cunning foster brother alone."

Mustafa paused for a moment, then sipped the already warm tea bit by bit.

"Nie died as a result of Max, your daughter-in-law and your future granddaughter were also almost doomed." Mustafa looked up, looking at the back of the field of the middle-aged man standing in front of him.

"When do you want to hide?" continued.

"It's not yet time. I still need another 5 months until my new eyes can see perfectly." The man let out a long sigh, then walked towards the window and stood in its place earlier.

"From time I couldn't force you, Deniz." Mustafa stood up. "If something happens to Diego or your future grandchildren, don't blame me!"

Mustafa walked away with a disappointed look. But before he opened the door, his lips spoke again.

"The girl's name used to be, Aishe, but your son prefers to call her Ishe. He's in room number 4 and he's asleep on dope." Mustafa let out a rough sigh, then left from there.

Curious about her?

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