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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for bed eight be wrong? And

away, or else there

maybe he’d get to see that girl!

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

you’ll bow down and apologize?”

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

medical staff were flabbergasted.

in medicine, now

got out, it would rock

it, nobody knows which family’s kid you are. You clearly lack manners!”

people this tough to

her eyes coolly locking

gaze. The air of authority. that comes with long–held

gaze and pointed.

“His.”

claimed to be from Marcel’s family! What

used on the phone didn’t match the Schnabel family.

lady, you can eat junk food, but you

serene, her expression as tranquil as an ink wash

seen.

eyes with

felt a sudden

he knew this girl had to be his granddaughter.

his daughter–in–law when she was young, with hints of his late wife

eyes.

even more composed and graceful, making those

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amateurs!

with what he saw.

were still clamoring to throw

spy, out to get you! There’s definitely something

hand for silence, and everyone clammed up like chickens.

Noella over.

the flow, stepping up to stand beside Marcel.

“Grandpa.”

have you

swept over the group of medical staff, his smile vanishing instantly.

to butt in? Who said to take her away? I’d say

imagined that Noella was

and bully the Schnabel family’s young lady

jelly at the thought.

know she was the young miss

them off. “Someone will be in touch regarding these

what that meant. Their faces fell, staring at Noella behind

the floor, her face streaked with

will help you, don’t

vigorously, crying harder, sure now

“Girl, take a look for me. Is there anything