CHAPTER 116:

Was it some kind of game? A joke? He hoped some witch had not taken over the body of his mother and was not trying to play with her mind.

After a few minutes, he was feeling like a fool dressed up in a black suit. He hoped that it was not some misunderstanding.

He was about to get up and get rid of the suit when he heard a knock on the door.

“Yes?” He did not turn around but the head butler came forward taking slow steps and paused in front of him. He was an old man in his seventies but the most trustworthy person in the palace.

“Milord. Can you style back your hair with a gel?” Ezequiel did not know whether to laugh or to strangle the old man’s neck.

“Seriously Pattison. Where is my mother? I need to talk to her …”

“Milord. She sent me to you. Here let me help you.” Ezequiel kept sitting there while the old butler styled his hair with his shaking hands.

“Are you peopl