The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 90

“Grandma’s health is really bad, and every time Noella comes around, she says some pretty nasty stuff. I have no clue why she’s being so mean to Grandma.

Yvonne was bawling her eyes out, looking absolutely pitiful.

“Mr. Pollack! Grandma is just looking out for the Schnabel family, she’s telling the truth. I swear. I know you don’t wanna believe it, but Grandma wouldn’t lie to you…

Palmer gave Yvonne and Ashlyn, who was clutching her chest and moaning, a cold glance.

“I only believe what I see with my own eyes. I know exactly what Noella is like, and nobody’s gonna drag her name through the mud on my watch.”

With those words, he yanked the hospital room door open, ready to make his exit without a second thought. He didn’t even give a rat’s ass about Ashlyn pretending to be sick on the bed.

Ashlyn was freaking out!

She couldn’t believe Palmer wouldn’t even give her the time of day! She had it all planned out – if Palmer just showed a bit of sympathy while she was playing sick and said some nice things, she could weasel Yvonne into his good graces.

Even if she couldn’t make them break off the engagement right away, at least she could keep Yvonne around Palmer all the time. Any guy would fall for that eventually! And the engagement would naturally fall into Yvonne’s lap!

But Palmer just up and left, with a face colder than ice.

“I’m telling the stone–cold truth! That Noella chick stole a ton of my money!”

Palmer frowned, and as he opened the hospital door, Noella was standing right there.

She was dressed in a light purple dress today, paired with a pearl bag that Sienna had picked out with care, wearing off–white leather shoes. Her eyelashes were long and curled, making her look like an adorable, delicate doll.

Ever since her daughter came home, Sienna was all about this new game of dressing her up. She would pick out a bunch of outfits for Noella every day. Just seeing Noella dolled up could keep Sienna grinning all day long. Noella was her precious girl! The Lambert family must’ve been out of their minds to cut ties with such an amazing daughter!

Worried that Noella might have heard Ashlyn’s rant, Palmer quickly shut the ward door, closing

off the world behind them.

“Weren’t you supposed to go see Grandpa?” Palmer sounded distressed.

If she had been standing there the whole time, she must have heard all the nasty stuff Ashlyn was spewing.

Noella tilted her chin up and pointed to a few caretakers standing by.

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worried that Grandma Ashlyn might want to say something to

call off the engagement on the spot or at least get Noella to agree to pass the

a frosty look

piercing, icy stare and quickly found their shoes

stop Noella from leaving because Ashlyn had told them to. However, just looking at Mr. Pollack standing there, oozing that intimidating vibe, they were

hand in hand with Noella, left Ashlyn’s

what Grandma Ashlyn said?” Palmer asked.

what Ashlyn might say. But she hadn’t expected Palmer’s reaction.

sweat the stuff she said. I’m not calling off our engagement. You know, Noella, if it weren’t for you being my fiancée at the birthday bash, this engagement would’ve been history.” Palmer looked seriously into the eyes of the girl

to make the old folks

deep, gem–like gaze and got

would’ve ditched

for Ashlyn’s delusional plan to hook Yvonne up with Palmer

bit, and she

out and handed her a blank check.

this for?” Noella felt

know the Schnabel family gave you plenty of bank. cards, but my check can

frowned slightly, her slender, fair fingers pinching the check, puzzled.

chuckled and ruffled her hair. “Don’t overthink it. I’m

a

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twinkle flickered in Palmer’s eyes like scattered stars. “Can’t I give my fiancée some pocket money?”

Pocket money?

not really a

had been waiting at the

decked out in his hospital gown,

What are you and that rascal chatting about in the

Palmer could tell his grandpa was doing

in Noella’s

don’t know how to make a girl happy. Who on earth gives checks as a

pressed a hand to his forehead. “It’s just a little