The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 6

What on earth was this girl yammering about? Did she have any idea who Professor Calvin is? The dude’s a top–notch doc who checks up on the bigwigs! Did she really think she can just hit him up whenever?

The nurse sneered. “If you can get through to Professor Calvin, I’ll bow down and apologize.”

*Kids these days. I tell ya. My son thinks he’s Ultraman or something.”

“Enough chit–chat, let’s kick her out already. A little time at the police station will knock some sense into her and show her where she stands.”

Right in front of everyone, Noella whipped out her phone and dialed a number.

A doctor nearby scoffed. “She’s just punching in random digits. At least save a fake ‘Calvin‘ in your contacts to make it look good.”

Noella was speechless.

It’s not like he’s that important. Why would she bother saving his number? She remembered it because he’d called way too many times.

The other end picked up quickly.

Noella hit the speakerphone.

“This is Noella. There’s something wrong with the meds you prescribed.”

A confident male voice responded, “So you’ve finally decided to join our lab? Wait, what did you say?”

“I’m at Imperial West Hospital. You prescribed licorice tablets for a patient with hypertensive heart disease.”

Calvin smacked his forehead. “Right, right, I did prescribe licorice tablets for a patient, but just once. The dosage is correct, strictly controlled.”

“You prescribed it five times. The patient is dead.”

Calvin said in disbelief, “Impossible! I have the prescription right here. I only signed off on it once, for the patient in room eight. Their blood pressure couldn’t handle too much licorice!”

Noella coolly replied. “So, you got it wrong.”

Calvin, in a frenzy on the other end, “Alright, my bad. If you’re willing to join our lab…”

“Your lab’s going nowhere. Count me out.” After saying that, she asked again, “Who is this?”

There was a pause on the line before he replied with this name.

Upon hearing his name, Noella hung up.

Calvin, still holding his phone, was dumbfounded.

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the prescription for bed eight be wrong? And someone died?

away, or

he’d get to see

hung up, tilted her chin up slightly and looked at the

bow

the line! And he was all gung–ho about inviting

medical staff were flabbergasted.

a leading figure in medicine, now admitting he screwed up

it would

it, nobody knows which family’s kid you are. You clearly

tough to crack

stood there, her eyes coolly locking

gaze. The air of authority. that comes with long–held power was all over Marcel; just one look from him

gaze and pointed.

“His.”

nurse was speechless. This girl claimed to be from Marcel’s

sure that the name the girl had used on the phone didn’t match the Schnabel family. How could she

eat junk food, but

serene, her expression as tranquil as an ink wash painting, not a ripple

seen.

eyes with

that glance, Marcel felt a

to be his granddaughter. Those eyes. were the spitting image of those boys at

with hints of his late wife

eyes.

composed and graceful,

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amateurs!

increasingly pleased with

clamoring to throw Noella out.

you! There’s definitely something off. I’ll call security right now.”

silence, and

waved Noella over. “Call me Grandpa.”

flow, stepping up to stand beside

“Grandpa.”

to have you

the group of medical staff, his smile vanishing

you dare to butt in? Who

that Noella was

the Schnabel family’s young lady in front of

jelly at

it. We didn’t know she was the young

“Someone will be in touch regarding these matters.”

that meant. Their faces fell, staring at Noella behind

floor, her face streaked with tears, looked at Noella with gratitude.

her. “Someone will

harder, sure now that she had been wronged.

a look for me. Is there anything in the prescription that shouldn’t be?”