Chapter 8

Palmer put the chess piece back on the board and walked out of the hospital room, No sooner had he stepped out than he bumped into a frantic Calvin.

“Mr. Calvin, doing rounds?”

Calvin, seeing Palmer, wiped the sweat from his brow. “Mr. Pollack, I got a call that someone’s been tampering with the meds I prescribed for the old–timers. A patient kicked the bucket because of changes made to their prescription, causing post–op complications. Just here to check things out.”

He looked around but couldn’t spot the person he was searching for.

Palmer, catching on, raised an eyebrow and asked, “Got a meeting, Mr. Calvin?”

Calvin, irritated, said, “Darn it, I told you before that I’d spotted a medical prodigy I wanted to snag for my lab. Looks like I’m a step behind; she’s already vamoosed.”

“For someone to be called a ‘prodigy” by you must be quite something.”

Realizing his search was futile, Calvin sighed. “If you’d ever taken up medicine, you’d be at prodigy too. Too bad, all you think about is making bank.”

Palmer just smiled, saying nothing.

Exiting the hospital, the driver, Wren, had the car spick–and–span, respectfully waiting for Noella.

“Miss, did you see Mr. Marcel?”

Noella nodded, boarding the car. Now that the car was clean, she could confirm it was a special model provided to the government and military.

Bulletproof, according to the reports she had seen when involved in research, and judging by the way those folks treated Marcel, it wasn’t hard to guess her granddad’s clout.

Her family had nothing to do with the ‘broke‘ Vincent rambled about. Maybe they kept a low profile because of their unique status?

And those who wanted Marcel gone? She wasn’t going to let them off easy.

All smiles, Wren said, “Mr. Marcel has been yakking about you for ages. Just now, Mr. Tristan Schnabel and his wife called; they’re waiting at home for you!”

Noella nodded again. She had figured out her new home wasn’t the poor house Vincent had described.

Even with her mental prep, Noella was still taken aback when Wren drove straight into Imperial City’s priciest neighborhood, the Golden Age Community.

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She was rendered speechless.

Get this the smallest flat in the Golden Age Community could buy five Lambert Mansions!

Not to mention, Wren stopped in the villa section of the community!

with all the other houses

“We’re home, Miss.”

at the sprawling villa and the 3000–square–foot garden with

garden might be peanuts elsewhere, but this was

Sienna

Noella stepped out, ribbons in the couple’s hands took

was a whole troop of servants with bouquets, ribbons fluttered down on Noella like a grand celebration.

unison, “Welcome

Noella was confused.

world was this

giving Noella the cold shoulder for being away for years, Wren

covered in

and Sienna rushed over, each

Mom’s been missing you so much. I could only manage three

Noella was speechless.

house,

embrace felt

ever hugging her like this, though she often saw her comforting Briony that

all there was to a mother’s love.

could be as tender and warm

took a

her skin soft and

looking so good, Sienna felt the tears

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realized

skinny as a rail in her arms. She wondered how the Lambert family had been raising her girl to be

phone that the Lamberts were dirt poor, all crammed into a tiny house

It’s all good now. Mom’s here to

be outdone, kept nodding. “Yeah, yeah, we might not be filthy

on the lawn behind Tristan, thinking, “Not filthy rich?”

gaze. Tristan slapped

side, but no worries-

estates? Royal ones are okay too; just a bit of a hassle to kick them

Noella was speechless.

that, they were talking about booting out royalty

fine. I’m not keen

eagerly agreed, “Alright, we’ll get you something here. Mom’s got a 2,000–acre garden in Shangri–Ra- it’s all yours now.”

customers who spent 200 million dollars on a certain

Sienna’s w

straight–up emperor–level bling. It fetched a whopping 600

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