The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 169

The Schnabel family was a mess of tears, and it fell to Noella to console one after the othe

Nothing weighed heavier on the Schnabel brothers‘ hearts than the realization of how tough Noella’s life with their grandmother had been.

Beckett ruffled Noella’s hair, feeling an unbearable ache in his chest. How could their sister have endured such hardships?

Looking at Noella with a stern face, Beckett declared, “Sis, from now on, your brothers will protect you!”

With a gentle smile, Noella replied, “Okay.”

Marcel wiped away his tears, stood up, and handed Noella the USB drive.

“Noella, copy your grandma’s video onto this. Bring it with you tomorrow, it might come in handy.”

A sudden thought struck Noella as she gazed at Marcel’s determined face. Did Grandma have some connection to Lockhart Prison? Was it related to the secret she kept from

her?

From the tone of her grandmother’s voice during the video, it was as if she’d known at the

time that Noella was a Schnabel.

Suppressing her curiosity and without further questioning, Noella nodded and accepted the USB drive.

“Got it.”

After giving his instructions, Marcel turned and went upstairs. His figure seemed to age with every step, a man deeply struck by grief.

Tristan, holding Sienna, cried like a toddler, “Honey, Mom knew she was my mom; I’m not an orphan! And she helped raise Noella, but they lived such a hard life.”

“There, there. Now we’ll make it up to Noella. Let’s move Mom’s plot back to the Schnabel family cemetery, okay?”

too but was worried Harriet might not

would Grandma be okay

nodded. “Grandma would want to be with Dad and me. She knew about you, and she was a good person. She wouldn’t

between Grandma and Grandpa, but she wouldn’t blame Dad and my

sensible anks

Elara in Emerald County; one daughter has already endured enough hardship, we can’t let the other suffer

come with you.”

face in her pillow and wept

sister and grandmother had suffered too much. Just the thought was enough to sadden her. She realized how caring Noella was because of

sum of money. Cold comfort was no substitute for a substantial bank transfer. Noella, puzzled by the unexpected windfall, wondered why her sister had suddenly sent her

more nice things! Take it, and don’t you dare refuse, or it’s like you’re looking down on me! Buy whatever you want, and if you run out, come to me. If I’m broke, I’ll rob a bank to

a string of

accepted the hard–earned money.

and if

the Schnabel family and the

I’ll just kidnap Mr.

transfer in the group

Stingy bunch of dudes. Man, I’m disappointed.

were silent. One after another,

own phone buzzed with incoming transfers

Schnabels were busy rolling eggs over their ey

landed on the lawn, Palmer, with his trench coat billowing in the wind, pproached the Schnabel Manor with an air of nobility. His austere presence and piercing eyes exuded an almost intimidating aura, which could send shiver

the Schnabel family breakfast all about eggs today?”

ushered Palmer inside, “Come on in, Palmer. Have breakfast first. You’ll be in charge of Noella’s safety for the

on me to keep Noella

somewhat distrustful, but since they couldn’t go to Lockhart Prison themselves, they had no choice but to rely on him; otherwise they’d never allow their sister to

with a deadpan expression, warned, “Mr. Pollack, if my sister

you can’t say anything lucky, keep your mouth

it with a stern face and returned to nursing his swollen

chuckle. With long strides, he came over to Noella and sat down, taking his time to share the morning