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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had irreversibly started to decline! He must have realized the severity of his condition, secretly getting Calvin to prescribe

see, so after a brief conversation with

waited for Ulrich, she studied the medical file in her hands. Suddenly, a faint crying sound came from the office next door.

instincts, honed by her profession, made her particularly sensitive to such noises!

to a well–respected surgeon, a middle–aged man. The crying,

to the office door, and

can I help?”

abruptly at her words.

Schnabel, are you looking for Dr. Caleb? He’s

“Who’s in there?”

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

deliver medication, as ER

was left with a nagging feeling that something was

turned the doorknob, she said softly, “I’m coming in, sorry for the

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

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

from her artery,

bent down to lift

authorization for an

chaos through the

Get

10-12

We need to

nodded to him at the OR door,

the operating table, Calvin stepped aside.

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

life–saving equipment while talking to Calvin.

blood bank have

I’ll call the

blood bank, making