Leyla’s POV
I open the glass door slowly and walk into the small cabin. I mummer in an apologetic voice, hoping he will not chase me away. “Hello, sorry for the interruption.” The old man turns his head to face me.
And I quickly turn my face to Greg, who is unresponsive, and I feel so bad for him. “How is he keeping up?”
“He is better somehow.”
“I was told you are his doctor?”
“Yes, I am. I have been his doctor for all his life.” He chuckles.
“It is nice to meet you. I am Leyla. His business associates.” I extend my hand to him. And he gives in a shaking warmly glance.
“I am Mafele, his doctor, as introduced earlier. It’s nice to finally meet you, and we were talking about you before he went to sleep.”
“I hope it's all nice things.” He smiles widely and nods. “Would you allow me to
