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

had other patients to see, so after a brief conversation with Noella,

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

her profession, made her particularly sensitive

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

up, walked to the office

I help?”

stopped abruptly at her words.

pushing a medication cart passed by. “Ms/ Schnabel, are you looking

“Who’s in there?”

for Dr. Caleb, or

nurse hurried off to deliver medication, as ER staff always raced against time.

left with a nagging feeling that

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

one in sight. Then, the suppressed crying resumed, intermittent and coming from the

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

cries escaping her lips. Blood flowed from her artery, staining

lift the woman,/simultaneously

for an operation in OR three,

chaos through the phone, along with

Get the

10-12

We

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

at the operating table,

I’m not familiar with her case, and you’re more steady–handed.”

began setting up life–saving equipment while

have her

Rh–negative? I’ll call the blood bank right away!”

blood bank, making finding a matching donor crucial.