Chapter 162: Introducing You to a Lucrative Writing Business
At dusk, Disraeli sat on a bench next to Hyde Park, gazing at the rising moon and stars and letting out a long sigh.
Suddenly, he clutched his head in agony and bellowed twice at the sky. His cry not only scared the passersby but also startled a red-eyed raven that had flown from the Tower of London to feast on fruit in the park.
As the ravens flapped their wings and fled, a feather as dark and deep as the night sky landed in Disraeli's palm.
He looked at the feather, feeling an urge to cry without tears.
Although he had known he would not be elected as a representative, receiving only three votes was still quite a blow to him.
According to his calculations, he should have had at least four sure votes.
One from his father, one from his uncle, one from a friend he had grown up with, and one from himself.
Already distressed by the betrayal of his close friends and family, Disraeli could not bear to confront them, but keeping it inside made him feel even worse.