The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 68

Palmer’s parting etiquette was a dime a dozen, and his moves were smooth as silk – the dude was unflappable. But Noella couldn’t shake off the feeling that her hand was getting hot where he touched it.

“Pick me up for what?”

“Aren’t we supposed to swing by to see your grandparents? Got the presents all wrapped up and ready to go.”

Merrick had indeed set a date with her to chow down with the Horwich family tomorrow, and since the Schnabel family folks had a spat and bounced, her plan was to roll with Stirling.

Beckett was jet–setting for business talks, Ulrich was tied up with surgeries until late, and Jasper had court stuff. That left Stirling, who had just wrapped up a movie gig and was heading home.

“Don’t tell me you aren’t planning to bring me along? Grandpa Merrick invited me too, you know.”

Noella was speechless. Since when did her grandpa invite him?

However, Grandma managing to leave the lab and come home was partly thanks to Palmer, and since both families go way back, giving him the cold shoulder wouldn’t be cool.

“Alright, I’ll wait for you.”

Palmer, all lovey–dovey, tapped her cute, upturned nose and cooed, “Good girl.”

in a few

The Pollack Group was up to its eyeballs in deals, so after Palmer nagged Noella with a few reminders, he hightailed it out of the hospital.

No sooner had Palmer left than Vincent, dodging Major Garnett on patrol, snuck into the ward. “Noella, girl, you gotta help your old man out! Your mom got knocked by someone, still unconscious. Since you’re Marcel’s caretaker, put in a good word for us with him so the Schnabels can lend a hand, can you?

Our family has never done anything bad to you, and raising you wasn’t a walk in the park! All these years, whatever you wanted, we gave. You can’t just discard us after you’ve gotten what you wanted!”

Noella’s smirk was laced with sarcasm. “When I was a kid, Grandma asked you for cash for my school. You said girls didn’t need that much book smarts. It was Grandma, behind my back, trash–picking to send me to school.”

Vincent squirmed! This was stuff from when Noella was four or five- how the heck did she remember it like it was yesterday?

“Back then, we were strapped. Your mom and I were pinching pennies, really didn’t have the

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dough for school…”

a smile.

to Vincent’s five grand a month. And her? She was depending on Old Mrs. Lambert, tirelessly collecting bottles to

had swiped all of Old Mrs. Lambert’s savings for his business ventures, not leaving a

for living expenses and tuition. You thought dropping five hundred a month was too steep and even told me to skimp on meals. You weren’t hurting

had his mansion, and the family had moved to Tranquility

out for you. Five hundred was

wife were slurping down bird’s nests that cost three grand a bowl daily.”

Vincent was speechless.

He had even forgotten those nitty–gritty details. She was heartless, hanging onto all the wrong things. Why didn’t she ever talk about the good

was just worried you’d stretch out your stomach if you ate too much. It’d be a pain to slim down later, wouldn’t

if you don’t give me merit, at least you’ve got to appreciate it was hard work, right? Your grandma is a Lambert, too. Her being good to you is me being good

to you!

up Marcel, get him to prop up our family. Once we’re on.easy street, it’ll only be

rolled a livid Marcel, pushed by an equally

out her childhood was even rougher than they had dug up. What kind of family wouldn’t even give their

to rely on an old lady picking trash to afford school

Marcel, I’m Noella’s dad;

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wheelchair’s armrest, not wanting to lose it in front of his granddaughter. gritted his teeth, and spat.

old man’s wrath, was tongue–tied and got hauled out of the ward by Major

filled Marcel’s eyes as he motioned for Noella.

“Come here, child.”

“Grandpa, I’m okay.”

his heart aching. “Noella, you want us to take them down? Just say the word, and

dirty our hands for people who don’t matter. Grandpa, I have a family now. The past doesn’t matter.”

Marcel turned away and wiped

delicate hand firmly. “Good girl. you’re melting your grandpa’s

Schnabels. Your big bro said we’re moving Old Mrs. Lambert’s grave. The Schnabel family will take over the offerings. Even if it

Mrs. Lambert taking care of Noella, he might never have met such