The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 38

Ashlyn squinted her eyes. lying on the bed and looking all high and mighty at Noella, who had Rust walked in through the door. She snorted coldly. “Do you even know what time it is? Do I even exist to you anymore?”

Noella replied with indifference. “It’s seven in the morning. Can’t you tell the time? I thought second graders learned that. Maybe I should get you one of those talking digital clocks tomorrow.”

The wall clock was right there beside Ashlyn’s bed, impossible to miss. So, she must’ve forgotten how to tell time.

Ashlyn was so angry her chest heaved, and she was about to lose grip on her prayer beads!

“Great, just great, you little brat, trying to send me to an early grave, huh? I asked you here to take care of me, not to act like some spoiled princess.”

Noella was baffled. “Grandma, your mood swings are kind of intense. Should I get a neurologist. to check on you?”

Ashlyn was speechless.

Looking at Noella’s face, which bore a 60-70% resemblance to Sienna, Ashlyn’s mouth and nose almost twisted together in anger!

“Don’t you think you’ll have an easy time under my roof! Come here, I want an apple. Peel one for me.”

Noella sat down, picked up an apple from the fruit basket, and peeled it for Ashlyn.

No sooner had she finished peeling than Ashlyn’s eyebrows shot up. “What kind of peeling is this? You’ve taken half the flesh off! What am I supposed to eat?”

In Noella’s other hand was the apple skin, thin as a cicada’s wing. “If you don’t fancy the flesh, you can nibble on the skin, though I wouldn’t recommend it.”

Ashlyn was speechless again.

Country bumpkins like her surely had done plenty of rough and unsophisticated farm work. Peeling apples was something ladies and misses of high society would never dream of doing themselves.

Ashlyn glared at Noella with contempt in her eyes.

“I’ve lost my appetite. Get me a glass of water. I want it hot.”

“Sure thing.”

Noella stood up, poured a glass of water, and handed it to Ashlyn.

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“You damned girl, are you trying to scald me to death?”

Noella took out a thermometer. “The water’s 104 degrees Fahrenheit. If that’s too hot for you, maybe it’s time to consult a psychiatrist.”

Ashlyn was speechless.

Who the heck would carry around a thermometer for food?

You really want to drive me nuts! Is this how your parents raised you? Ha, such a fine daughter of

for the compliment, Grandma. I

speechless again.

was immune to both carrots and

station and fetch my meds for

“Alright.”

to the nurse’s station and picked up Ashlyn’s

medicine box, Noella’s brow furrowed slightly. “Is this

“Yes, some of them are additions she insisted on. We just prepare them daily as she requests;

Noella was confused.

Self–prescribed?

their own

us not to tell Dr. Calvin, threatening to complain about

something Noella was beginning to

enough, bullying was within her wheelhouse, and these fresh–faced nurses were no match

get it. You go on

about these meds! But it was evident that the medical staff didn’t arrange them; it was Ashlyn who

Noella pulled out her phone and dialed Calvin’s

Noella. Can you swing by Imperial

decided to call me! I’m on my way! Wait for me!”

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to say more, but Noella

too chatty for her liking, a real

got your meds.”

from Noella’s

look different from what Yvonne usually

was at a loss for words. Now, she suspected that Ashlyn had a severe

can check the security footage: I brought them straight from the nurse’s station.”

as

calmly. “But I

would she get

choked

her mother! Just looking at her brought bad luck, nothing like the sensible

her medicine, Ashlyn started bossing Noella around again.

to the bathroom; I need to go.”

did you

implying? Are you cursing

“People who aren’t paralyzed should be able to manage on their own. If

guileless gaze, Ashlyn had no choice but to haul herself up to use the bathroom.

girl was nothing compared to the sweet and helpful Yvonne,

using the bathroom, Ashlyn started clutching her heart

my life is so hard, even the gods can’t bear

are you planning on divorcing Grandpa?”

and backache miraculously disappeared as she sat

you, you’re trying to kill me! What do you mean? Did your mother teach you to say that? Oh, that ungrateful woman. I knew she was up