The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

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Taken care of by his own son and daughter–in–law?

Wasn’t that just a jab at him?

Tristan had definitely taken care of Ashlyn himself before; he knew she wasn’t short of caretakers. She just wanted to ruffle Sienna’s feathers.

Any normal person would lose their cool hearing this, but Tristan, having dealt with Ashlyn for years, had plenty of tricks up his sleeve.

“Mom, your ward is private. What neighboring bed? Besides, all the folks on your floor are old men, not a single woman.”

Ashlyn was stumped!

She had her speech ready, but now she was tongue–tied and only managed to spit out that Tristan was ungrateful.

“Getting a wife and forgetting your mom! What kind of love potion has Sienna fed you? Let me tell you, you can find a new wife, but you only get one mom in this lifetime!”

Tristan’s smile vanished, and even Sienna at his side felt the shift in his mood and glanced

over.

“Mom, I don’t want to repeat myself. I’ve checked out the Gerastor nursing home. Keep up this nonsense, and you’re off to recuperate there. Don’t worry, I’ll send Yvonne with you for company.”

Hearing that Tristan would actually send her away just to back up Sienna, Ashlyn panicked!

“Tristan! How dare you treat me this way! I’m your mother! I’m telling you, simply because my connection with your dad, 1 can’t just leave the country.”

Marcel’s sensitive status meant that even Ashlyn couldn’t simply travel abroad without a thorough vetting process.

of

More importantly, at her age, once she was sent away, she would never have a chance to come back, let alone scheme more for Yvonne.

“Don’t worry about that. Dad’s aware of my decision. Mom, do you really think the Schnabel family can’t find a way to send someone away if we wanted to?”

Ashlyn was floored by his icy words. “Tristan, you can’t treat me this way. I’m getting on in years; I just want to live out my days in peace. If you keep this up, you’re asking for a lightning strike.”

Even if Tristan had grown a thick skin to such words, they still stung.

girl. Is that brat bad–mouthing her in front of you? She bullied. Yvonne, and you’re just going to

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Noella, she’s

it anymore. Why, even now, did Ashlyn still believe Noella had done something

has had it tough. Why can’t

scoffed. “Me, be nice to her? Does she even deserve it? Tristan, you have no idea. Even the family that adopted her said she’s trouble, not to

Lamberts, known for their greed, cunning, and heartlessness? Tristan could

kept on ranting over the phone, mostly regurgitating stuff she

send you and Yvonne to Gerastor. Get ready: this isn’t up for debate. The environment here

hung up, unwilling to hear

got some years on her, and with

pulling out some documents. “Dad’s been ready to divorce her for a while now. He’s just worried she couldn’t handle it at her age, so he’s been sitting on the papers. He’s already reported

was just finding out that Marcel had already signed the divorce papers with

Tristan sighed.

he wouldn’t have decided to send her away so soon.

as he hung up, Ashlyn was at

She was his flesh

little vixen, filling his head with nonsense, driving a wedge between. mother and son. She couldn’t be sent

too. She didn’t want to go abroad, especially not with Ashlyn. She was young, with plenty of time ahead of her. What good would it do

never see Grandpa and

dialed Palmer’s number, a contact she sneaked from Marcel’s phone when he wasn’t looking.

a lifetime together, Marcel guarded his phone

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picked up, Ashlyn’s tone turned sweet as

Noella’s grandmother. Do you have time to visit me? I’m at Imperial West Hospital, too. That girl, Noella, really should have brought

after all, Noella’s grandmother, and

I’ll be visiting the hospital tomorrow to see

“Okay!”

eyes sparkled with cunning.

would still trust Noella once he gets a load of her true colors. I bet he was just playing nice before because

brimming with confidence.

was bound to pick the one who was the

the granddaughter Yvonne she had raised with her own hands? She was the perfect fit to be the