The Killer Queen

Marcel’s gaze turned noticeably colder as he squinted and took a good look at the two families standing before him, quickly realizing they were the adoptive parents of his precious. granddaughter from before.

Had the nerve to show up in front of his precious granddaughter, huh?

Noella said coolly, “If I remember correctly, you guys publicly disowned me. We’re strangers now. Please step aside.”

Vincent was a bit embarrassed but couldn’t bear to let Noella go.

Milford gazed at Noella with deep affection. “Noella, come back to me. I want to rekindle our past romance. I know you love me, and I’ve never forgotten you for a day. You’re the most. beautiful woman in my heart. I know you’re just testing my feelings for you!”

Noella was speechless, thinking, “Are you sure you’re not sick?”

Briony’s face twisted in ugliness, biting her lower lip hard, watching Noella with a mix of humiliation and resentment.

This damn woman, she must’ve been in contact with Milford behind the scenes! She was someone else’s mistress now; why couldn’t she just disappear from Milford’s life?

Noella glanced at him and said, “There’s a mental illness called erotomania, which fits your symptoms quite well. You should visit a psychiatrist when you get a chance; mental issues need treatment.”

Milford was taken aback. Erotomania? A mental illness? What in the world was that?

The medical staff standing by couldn’t hold back and snickered behind their hands, thinking the young miss sure knew how to cuss without the dirty words!

Seeing Noella about to wheel Marcel away, Milford grew desperate. “Noella, don’t leave me!”

Noella responded indifferently, “Major Garnett, please take care of them.”

Garnett saluted promptly and said respectfully, “Yes, ma’am!”

The special forces soldiers formed a solid wall in front of the two families, tight and without a single gap.

“Please leave!”

Vincent tried to resist, holding a gift and pleading, “Mister, we’ve got a present ready for Mr. Marcel Schnabel! Please, do us a solid, or maybe pass it to that caretaker from earlier. I’m her dad! Have her give it to the chief!”

Major Garnett was puzzled, wondering, “Who’re you calling a caretaker? Noella? And you say you’re Noella’s father? What outrageous wishful thinking is that? Pure delusion! Just this morning, Mr. Tristan Schnabel and his wife left the ward. We’ve already met Noella’s real

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parents!”

Hearing that Noella was supposedly a caretaker, Milford’s passion dimmed a bit.

Major Garnett completely ignored them and waved his men to shoo away the two families.

Linsey, who had never encountered such a scene, was flushed with embarrassment, and her gaze at the Lambert family was particularly scornful..

“Some folks mistake a fish eye for a pearl, picking up trash and treating it like treasure. Now, even if you’re all eager to get close to her, nobody’s buying what you’re selling.”

Vincent felt a bit awkward at being called out. “Come on, that’s not quite fair to say, right? Briony is our real daughter.”

“Didn’t you hear Milford just now saying he likes Noella? Some street rat dreaming of becoming a phoenix, huh? Dream on!”

Linsey rolled her eyes, bumped past a pale–faced Briony, and pushed Milford out of the hospital.

Belinda was fuming! “What’s with the Rosenberg boy? He likes Noella? She’s just a caretaker!”

Vincent was also seething, glaring at Belinda. “I told you not to rush, but you insisted on disowning Noella publicly, and now see what happened! The kid completely resents us now! If she badmouths us in front of Marcel, we’re doomed!”

“So what do you suggest we do? She’s already blocked me!”

Thinking about this, Belinda felt Noella was utterly heartless compared to how thoughtful Briony was.

“Here’s what we’ll do, I’ll call her later and send her some money. Returning to our place is out of the question, but at least she could put in a good word for us in front of Marcel. Mr. Pollack hasn’t shown up today: let’s wait a bit longer.”

Briony stood behind them, her face ashen! As a child, she tried to sneakily replace her drawing with Noella’s during a competition. However, someone caught her and threw her into the trash! The Lambert family’s bodyguards took days to find her! It was the greatest humiliation of her

life!

The Rosenberg family bringing it up was like poking at her wounds, completely disregarding her feelings…

They must still be hung up on Noella!

If she could just expose some of Noella’s past… Briony’s eyes spun with resentment!

A low–profile luxurious Cayenne smoothly entered the hospital, zooming past the Lambert family, leaving behind a stunning silhouette.

“That’s Mr. Pollack’s car! Quick, quick, follow it!”

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The Lamberts hurried after the car, afraid of missing Palmer getting out.

Through the rear–view mirror. Annie saw the three people running behind…

Weren’t they Noella’s former adoptive parents? Have they found a new hobby, running marathons at the hospital?

“Sir, Ms. Noella’s adoptive parents are following your car. Should we deal with them?”

Palmer’s eyebrows knitted slightly. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

These people bothering Noella again?

“Ignore them. Find out why they’re looking for Noella.”

Annie snorted with disdain. “Definitely up to no good; their family has never been kind to Noella: they must be here to bother her.”

Palmer’s gaze turned icy, his usually elegant face filled with frost.

They had bullied his fiancée: how could he let them off easily?

“Teach them a lesson.”

“You got it!”

Annie’s eyes sparkled with excitement; she rubbed her hands together, turned the car around, and headed towards the Lamberts.

Vincent, seeing the car turn around, almost jumped with excitement.

“Mr. Pollack must’ve spotted us and wants to do business! The Lambert family is saved at last. Briony, spruce yourself up a bit; we can’t afford to look like slobs in front of Mr. Pollack!”

Briony was pretty stoked, too sure, she liked Milford, but if Palmer gave her the time of day, she might just snag a better match.

Belinda eyed the Porsche Cayenne, uncertainly saying, “Honey, are you sure he’s here for business? Something smells fishy to me.”

“What could possibly be fishy?” Vincent was still in dreamland when he saw the Cayenne showing no signs of slowing down in fact, the driver floored it!

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The car zoomed past, nearly grazing the Lambert family, clipping the corner of a flower bed as it sped by!

The Cayenne vanished at the crossroads, heading straight into the hospital.

The Lambert family was nearly scared stiff!

Vincent’s face was a picture of shock as if he could still feel the sharp wind of the car brushing past, like a blade grazing his skin – painful and terrifying!

That wasn’t a car; it was the Grim Reaper’s scythe!

Belinda, terrified out of her wits, plopped down on the ground. “This is attempted murder! They’re trying to kill us! I’m calling the cops!”

Vincent clenched his teeth, his smarts surprisingly kicking in. “Call the cops? And what’s your emergency? What proof do you have? We can’t even drive into the hospital, but Mr. Pollack can go speeding through it! Even if you call the cops, do you think the Pollacks will let you off the hook?”

Belinda’s eyes rolled back, and she fainted! Vincent and Briony frantically scrambled to get her to the emergency room, thankful they were already at the hospital talk about convenient care. Noella stood upstairs, watching the scene with a mix of speechlessness and choked emotion. She couldn’t care less about the Lambert family; whatever they did was none of her business.

As for Palmer…

She glanced indifferently at Palmer, who had just entered the ward and was walking towards her, taking off his coat with a smile that was not quite a smile, yet his eyes held a boundless tenderness for her.

“Are you three? Childish.”

“If I were three, I’d have hit them straight up.”

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Palmer walked up to Noella and leaned in close, his smile warm and lingering, intoxicatingly charming. “I’m not magnanimous enough to let go of anyone who bullies you. Since my little girl won’t snitch, I’ll have to uncover your grievances myself.”