The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 267

“What’s wrong? It’s not every day you take an interest in a patient. What’s up with Ms. Lavinia Richardson?”

Noella casually handed the medical file to Calvin. “I suspect someone’s been messing with her head on purpose.”

The Richardsons had kept Lavinin sheltered very well, having her stay at the estate all these years.

Calvin put down his fork, looking serious. “Are you serious?”

“That’s my initial suspicion. I’ll need to see the patient to know more.”

“Alright, she’s due for a follow–up in a few days. You can join me then.”

After a moment of silence, Noella looked up. “Did Grandpa Sexton get you to prescribe something?”

Calvin’s hand trembled! He had intended to brush it off with a vague response, but meeting Noella’s clear gaze, he felt as though she could see right through him!

The words he had ready died on his lips, and he could only manage a wry smile. “Can’t hide anything from you, can I? If you went into medicine, the Schnabels would have two genius doctors on their hands! Yeah, Sexton did have me prescribe him something. I checked him out, and his health hasn’t been great lately. You noticed too, didn’t you?”

Noella nodded, her expression somber.

Sienna had mentioned it offhand recently; Sexton had been very sleepy and developed a craving for strong flavors in his meals. At his age, it’s not unusual for health issues to crop up, especially since he had surgery not too long ago and hasn’t fully recovered yet.

“Sexton didn’t want me to tell you or your family about his condition, but he knows about his own health.”

Calvin sounded slightly guilty, aware that Palmer might give him trouble if he found out. However, with Sexton insisting on secrecy, he dared not call Palmer either!

Noella sighed softly. “Let me see his medical file, and I’ll take over prescribing his medication.”

“If you’re overseeing it, Sexton might have a bit more time.”

Relieved that Noella didn’t press the issue, Calvin quickly passed Sexton’s medical file to her.

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coronary bypass surgery years ago, and now, at his age, some of his organs had irreversibly started to decline! He must have realized

after a brief conversation with Noella,

file in her hands. Suddenly,

honed by her profession, made her particularly

middle–aged man. The crying, however, clearly belonged

stood up, walked to the office door, and knocked.

can I help?”

crying stopped abruptly at her

“Ms/ Schnabel, are you looking for Dr. Caleb? He’s still in surgery.”

“Who’s in there?”

a patient waiting for Dr. Caleb, or one of his

to deliver medication, as ER staff always

was left with a nagging feeling that something was off.

softly, “I’m

no one in sight. Then, the suppressed crying resumed, intermittent and coming from

Noella found a young woman in a lab coat curled up inside, her wrist slashed by a scalpel, biting

her lips. Blood flowed from her

down to lift the woman,/simultaneously

for an operation in OR three,

heard chaos through the

Get the OR

10-12

Lowry attempted suicide! We need to save her!”

as he could. Noella nodded to him at the OR door,

operating table, Calvin stepped

can handle this surgery. I’m not familiar with her case, and you’re

up life–saving equipment while

have her blood type?”

I’ll call the

hospital’s blood