Mr. Paralyzed's Bed
Chapter 43

The day passed like a snail walking from the riverbank, that was how Aishe felt. For some reason, he had been daydreaming since giving Ashan a stack of Farhan's cheating files. Like not willing, nor do you believe the words of Diego.

When there was no one, Aishe silently stared at the orange bud that was orange from behind the glass in the cafeteria on the twelfth floor. The look on his face looked uncertain. Like looking far ahead.

The wind outside blew breezy, bringing with it cold temperatures, wiggling the ends of branches without leaves.

It had been three days since he intervened to warn Farhan. Now, it was time for him to collect those debts one by one.

"Miss, you haven't come home yet?" Ashan suddenly came over to Aishe who was pensive at his desk.

Aishe reflex turned his head to look at Ashan who had not since when to stand before him. "Ah, everyone's home?" He looked at the already deserted surroundings.

Aishe rushed to tidy up her desk, preparing to go home, as she had to prepare dinner immediately. But before settling down, Ashan delivered one news.

"Have you seen the news?"

Aishe stopped her activity for a moment then looked at Ashan. "News about what?"

Diego's guess turns out to be right, Aishe is still too reluctant to take Farhan to prison. To the extent that, the news of his arrest this afternoon did not enter his ears.

"Farhan was arrested this afternoon thanks to all the evidence you gathered."

His revenge worked, but there was no happy look or relief on the girl's face. He pulled deeply and smiled faintly. "really? Good then," he said briefly.

"You're not happy? Your revenge worked."

Aishe's explanation did make sense to Ashan. However, the girl was still too young. He had never seen the prison under the cave that Diego had made, nor the sadistic prison around Antalya.

A special prison Diego created to lock up some of his enemies, and skin them little by little.

"Have you heard of Alcatraz, Rikers Island, La Sante, and also, Diyarbakir?" Ashan patiently gave Aishe a bit of a picture.

"It's easy for Mr. Diego to take him there. You don't have to worry, Miss. The man always keeps his word."

Highlight Aishe's eyes were still focused on looking at Ashan for a while. He seemed to convince his heart again to be able to believe in their words. When his heart was convinced, he let go of a smile and nodded.

He himself had no power to be able to inflict painful torment on Farhan. His power was limited under the auspices of Turkish state law, and for that reason, he borrowed Diego's hand. The expectation was not much, he just wanted Farhan to feel 'torture life, death was as reluctant' as he had felt for 59 days.

After getting the words of encouragement from Ashan, he stepped away from the office. Just a few steps away from the door, Ashan turned around and was about to return to his seat.

However, when he turned his head, Diego was sitting in a wheelchair and watching him from the glass doorway. His scarlet face burned with anger, his eyes glaring sharply at Ashan so sharp that he could dismember the little man's body.

Ashan seemed to understand the cause of Diego's bad mood. He looked at the CCTV in two corners of the room.

Master must have seen Miss Aishe smiling at me and jealous.

Ah ... I think I should immediately choose which prison is better?

*La Sante doesn't feel too bad. Right, not bad than a prison buata*n sir.