Chapter 210

• Cornet Queen. That was the name of that decrepit old man with an inanimate and wrinkled face. Cold eyes, violet veins marked on his neck. He looked like a dictator with that green suit and cane in hand. I didn't even know how he had managed to stay on his feet because his legs trembled a lot as well as his hands.
• "May all the weight of God's punishment fall on those who have pushed away such an attractive and calm young applicant," he approaches my brother to lift his cheek and look at him with adoration.
• "Don't touch him," my mother growls, on the verge of collapse.