The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 5

Noella was taken aback, her brows furrowing slightly. “Marriage? Doesn’t the family have other daughters?”

“Miss Elara sald she’s not a daughter of the Schnabel family, not worthy to take your engagement spot. The lord said the marriage is yours, and no one can snatch it away!”

Wren was grinning from ear to ear after receiving a call, chatting respectfully with the other party for a bit before hanging up and turning to Noella.

“Miss, before the lord wants you to swing by to see him before you go home. You know his health isn’t great, and he’s been missing you for many years.”

Noella didn’t mind and nodded. “Sure, but the gift I’ve prepared for Grandpa hasn’t arrived yet. Wouldn’t it be improper to show up empty–handed?”

Wren quickly waved his hands. “The fact that you’re willing to visit is already a big deal. The lord doesn’t care much for those things.”

Marcel Schnabel had lived for so long, what good things hadn’t he seen?

What Wren was really worried about was Noella refusing to go.

The fact that she had thought to prepare a gift for the lord was already impressive.

Considering the Lambert family’s poor state, living in that tiny villa, Wren didn’t expect Noella to come up with anything too fancy. But with Noella saying so, showing balance and politeness, yet neither servile nor overbearing, Wren’s impression of her improved a lot.

That demeanor, truly fitting for the Schnabel family’s Miss!

“The lord is recuperating in a hospital on the outskirts of Imperial City. I’ll take you there now.”

Half an hour later, the helicopter turned into a regular sedan, smoothly entering Imperial West Hospital.

Wren handed Noella a piece of paper with a room number on it.

“Miss, the lord doesn’t like too many people around. I’ll go wash the car, so could you please go up on your own? I’ll wait for you here!”

Marcel had a foul temper, which had grown even more eccentric since falling ill.

Wren looked apologetically at Noella.

Taking the paper, Noella nodded faintly. “Okay.”

Just as she reached the third floor, a bunch of wild kids knocked over a nurse’s cart, sending it barreling towards Noella!

“Watch out!” The nurses cried out in alarm.

Chapter 5

“Oh no.

medicine for bed number three. If it

about to dodge when

Wasn’t that Marcel’s bed

was out of control,

the chaos, with a swift move of her feet and

steadied the cart.

drop of medicine was spilled!

were stunned! That was some

you

her head, just about to return the cart

at her.

grab Noella’s arm, but Noella dodged with a speed invisible to the naked eye.

lunged at air, and while Noella was distracted, she grabbed onto her clothes,

killed someone. Imperial West Hospital won’t own up after killing my son. What can I possibly do? Miss, you gotta help us

bawling, making a scene.

compensate for my son! You

patient’s door had

to such sights, hurried

wailing, “Oh

me, you signed a surgical consent before the operation. The patient died from postoperative care negligence, not because of us. What does that have to do with our hospital?”

grew even louder,

relation? Are you now saying there’s no relation? My son breathed his last in your hospital! You quacks took his

a natural loudspeaker, her booming voice

“Why doesn’t anyone believe me? My son came

but couldn’t just kick her

in your dream, you think that’s the evidence? Superstitious rubbish! Security, take her away!”

as if she wouldn’t leave without an explanation from the

voice sounded above the lady’s head.

this your son’s prescription? There’s a

crying stopped abruptly! She looked up to see Noella, her expression calm as she looked

hers.

knew someone would see it! Finally, someone’s taking my side! It’s all because of

every couple of weeks, and the whole floor’s medical staff were at their wit’s end dealing with

doctors were giving Noella hostile glances.

say anything you like. What makes you think our hospital’s prescription is off?”

are you to be talking nonsense? Can you even understand this prescription? Do

her a steady

inhibit the synthesis and release of prostaglandins, suppress the activity of 11B–hydroxysteroid dehydrogenase, leading to elevated blood pressure in patients. This is common knowledge. The

her gaze, the nurse