The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 65

Calvin got the scoop about Yvonne first thing in the morning when he swung by the hospital for rounds. He quickly threw on his clothes and dashed to the ICU to check on her. Seeing she was mostly okay, he could breathe a sigh of relief.

Why on earth would she take a plunge into the water out of the blue? The sea was still freaking cold in spring!

“Mr. Schnabel do you think Miss Yvonne was all worked up and went off the deep end because of the school’s punishment?”

Marcel was also clued in on Yvonne’s disciplinary action. The school had been fair and square. even cutting her some slack because of the Schnabel family’s rep. Otherwise, she’d be packing her bags and out on her ear by now.

Marcel thought, “How did the kid I watched grow up turn into this hot mess?”

“All worked up? What’s there to be worked up about? Just keep an eye on her until she wakes up, and then we’ll talk.”

Calvin nodded and gave Marcel a thorough check–up. He was the go–to guy for these old–timers‘ health and knew Marcel’s condition like the back of his hand. Last month’s shaky numbers are now looking way better!

“Mr. Schnabel, you’re in such good shape. You could pass for a young buck! You’ve bounced back so much and could probably be homebound for some R&R next month.”

Marcel, getting on in years, loved nothing more than good news about his health. “Really? Thank heavens for Noella’s magic touch with the meds. Can’t wait to get out of here – I’m starting to smell like disinfectant!”

Marcel shot up from bed and kicked open the neighboring ward’s door, puffing himself up and boomed, “Sexton, I’m busting out of this joint next month! Hahaha! You can rot in here for all I

care!”

Sexton couldn’t sit still. He sprang up and grabbed Noella’s hand, begging with puppy–dog eyes. “Noella, I want to be discharged too! Please, Noella, I’m begging you!”

Noella was about to turn him down, but looking at those big, sad eyes, she just couldn’t spit it

out.

“Fine, stick to the meds I gave you, get your daily checks, exercise, no staying up late, no picky eating, and you’ll be out next month.”

“Yeah! You’re the best. Noella!” Sexton strutted over to Marcel, giving him a nudge with his shoulder. “It’s not just you with a granddaughter here, Noella’s my granddaughter–in–law too!”

Palmer is gonna stay

“You wouldn’t dare!”

“Watch me!”

coots scrapping like kids. At their age, they couldn’t really throw down, at most just yank a few hairs out of each

condition has

looking at Noella, inches away from dropping to his knees and

me out next time, then

He might actually get a chance to see Noella in

as he stepped out of the ward, Calvin

circus, bringing gifts that ended up in the anti–bribery

perked up when someone finally came out, only to see a doctor in a white coat – not the Pollack

looked familiar but couldn’t place him behind the mask. Maybe he was

promised a visit from the Pollack Group’s big cheese,

grumbled. “Talk about undutiful. What time is it, and he still hasn’t shown up to

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when no

Pollack Group’s CEO needs to report his whereabouts to you. Get over yourself!

business. If they could

Pollacks were the Rosenbergs‘ lifeline!

eyed Milford in his wheelchair, almost jealous. She could kill for a seat. Standing for five hours

coming today or what?”

don’t know, sweetheart. Just look at

come prepared, whipping out newspapers and plopping down on the floor like it was a

how you ask for a favor? Or was this just

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to shoo them away. Standing with them, Belinda felt her own classiness