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?”

thought of that too but was worried Harriet might not

Grandma be

to be with Dad and me. She knew about you, and she was

know what happened between Grandma and Grandpa, but she

again! Looking at his precious daughter, so sensible anks to his mother who raised her so

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

I’ll come

watching the video sent in the group chat, buried her face

too much. Just the thought was enough to sadden her. She realized how caring Noella was because of the hardships she faced in previous years, the ordeal

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

characteristic generosity, texted: [It’s all for you. That’s the last quarter’s research bonus. I’ll keep earning and buy you even 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 support you!]

was followed by a string of

helplessly and accepted

heists. I’m well off, and if you run short

and the allowances from the Schnabel family and the

I’ll just

transfer in the group chat.

Haven’t you sent Noella any cash? Stingy bunch of dudes. Man, I’m disappointed. Looks like I have to be the guardian of this family.]

were silent. One after another, Noella’s

her own phone buzzed with incoming transfers from

were busy rolling eggs over their ey

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 down the onlooker’s spine. Yet, the moment he laid eyes on Noella, that frosty demeanor melted

Schnabel family breakfast all about eggs today?”

Palmer inside, “Come on in, Palmer. Have breakfast first. You’ll be in charge of

can count on me to

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

my sister comes to any harm, the Pollack

it! If you can’t say anything lucky, keep your mouth shut! Talking about harm

caught it with a stern face and returned to nursing his swollen eyes

to Noella and sat down, taking his time to share the morning meal