The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 133

Tristan was still reeling, unable to comprehend how Ashlyn, who was perfectly fine moments ago, had suddenly been rushed to the emergency room,

“Dad, I’m going to head to the hospital to check on her, You guys go ahead and eat. If anything comes up, I’ll call.”

The tone in his voice suggested that Ashlyn’s condition was far from optimistic,

Marcel set down his knife and fork, looking at Tristan intently, “What exactly happened? is she really sick, or is this just another one of her acts?”

Ashlyn’s history of faking illnesses was no news to the Schnabel family, who had endured her theatrics more times than they could count. Their pained expressions spoke volumes about the toll her antics had taken on them.

Tristan spoke earnestly, “The call was from the operating room at the hospital. They said she’s in critical condition, and they also mentioned that Mom has been mentally unstable and inquired about any history of mental illness. I’ve never heard of such things, and they wouldn’t make this up. I better go and see for myself.”

Even though Ashlyn and Marcel were divorced, she was still Tristan’s mother. In a moment teetering between life and death, he felt compelled to be there.

Marcel nodded, glancing at the Schnabel children. “Sienna, stay put at home. No need for you to go. Noella, take Palmer with you, and Ulrich, you should go too.”

Ulrich was a prodigy in medicine; one look at Ashlyn, and he’d know what was wrong.

Noella pressed her lips together. “Ulrich, you don’t need to go. I can handle it.”

Ulrich’s arm seemed to be in bad shape; he hadn’t lifted it during dinner, and for a surgeon, hands are indispensable. Noella was worried that making the trip might worsen his injury.

She nodded slightly towards Marcel, who understood.

His granddaughter was also a gifted healer, perhaps not far behind Ulrich. She chose not to brag about her skills to the family, not wanting to cause worry.

Marcel knew that mastering such medical expertise, aside from requiring exceptional talent, must have involved immense effort. Before rejoining the Schnabels, who knew how much hardship she had faced? If she wanted to share this secret just between the two of them, Marcel was more than happy to oblige.

“Alright, Ulrich just got back and must be tired. Let Noella and Palmer handle this. See what the situation is and manage it as you see fit. I’ll stay out of it.”

Marcel had no desire to see Ashlyn again. Their relationship had deteriorated to the point of mutual loathing. But for now, he chose to maintain a facade of civility.

the coat hanging behind him and draped it over Nigella’s

go. Let me accompany you. I’m

whispering so only Ulrich could hear,

taken

because he had accidentally aggravated it while eating, betraying his discomfort? He realized it must be Noella’s attentiveness that had

concerned about his injury, Ulrich felt a rush of warmth and nearly burst into tears in front of the whole

an angel his

and Noella hurried to Imperial

found Yvonne crying uncontrollably,

forward. “Yvonne, what’s the situation with your grandma?”

her tears and looked up to see a worried Tristan and Noella behind him.

had this unsophisticated country girl come along too? Did she

proximity to Noella and felt a pang of

he glance at her?

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nonsense and then fainted. I don’t know what happened, and then she was

What

and she had wounds on her face, but the caretaker said Grandma did it

excitement built as

trying to harm Ashlyn, they might not have to leave the Schnabel family! After the surgery, the doctor emerged from the OR. “Mr.

mom

she’s mentally unstable. Does the

dumbfounded. What did the theageRKE!!

that sort of thing, Please, take good care of her. Use the best medication and serpent, Wis, the Schnatate, WY cover the

instructions, the

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in the sight of Ashlyn connected to stilator, and quicky understood what had happened.

looked at Tristan, Gad, are

get some rest. Your grandma is going to need you, Noella and are heading back Don’t you two rush off tomorrow, wait until your grandma’s getting better?

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