The Killer Queen ( Noella Briony ) novel Chapter 102

Chapter 102 

Noella was pregnant? 

Milford’s faint glimmer of interest immediately died out. He had a thing for pristine women; the moment they were tarnished, he wouldn’t give them a second glance. 

Vincent, on the other hand, was in no position to be choosy. “Briony, hand me your phone. I need to call Noella and see what’s up!” 

Whatever Noella demanded, he had to get her to agree to his terms. He wasn’t ready to face his own mortality. 

Noella had blocked Vincent long ago; his calls wouldn’t even ring through. 

Fumbling with Briony’s phone, Vincent hurriedly dialed Noella’s number. 

“Hello? Noella, sweetheart, it’s Dad. Were you at Fortress Hospital today?” 

Noella almost hung up when she heard Vincent’s voice, but at the mention of Fortress Hospital, 

she frowned. 

How did Vincent know she was at Fortress Hospital? 

“Noella, darling, I’ve been sick, and it made me realize how much I miss you and your grandmother. That’s why I went back to visit her, but I took a tumble down the mountainside. and now here I am in Fortress Hospital. Would you come see your old man?” 

Vincent, fearful of rejection, quickly added, “Don’t worry, if you’re willing to come back to the Lambert family, I’ll make sure to take good care of you and the baby in your belly!” 

Briony’s fingernails dug into her palm. 

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Damn it! Noella’s life was a hot mess, and Vincent still wanted her back? How could Vincent not be disgusted by such a daughter? 

On the other end of the line, Noella frowned as she listened to Vincent. 

A baby? Since when was there a baby in her belly? 

“Noella, I know you’re at the maternity ward to get an abortion surgery so the Schnabels wouldn’t find out about the baby. Don’t worry, I’ll keep your secret as long as you agree to reach out to the Schnabels and get Dr. Schnabel to come and treat me.” 

So, it was all for Ulrich Schnabel. 

“Noella, I know I’ve been wrong. You and your grandmother are the most important to me. Can you really stand to watch your father suffer? Your grandmother would be heartbroken too!” 

Noella spoke coolly, “Did it break your heart when Grandma was ill?” 

Vincent was about to say it did when Noella continued indifferently, “If it did, why didn’t you show up at the hospital even once? She wanted to see you more than anyone in her final hours, 

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but you never came, not even to her funeral. Did you ever really care?” 

Vincent was at a loss for words! 

This infuriating girl, why was she dredging up the past? 

“Noella, I needed to make money then, to give you and your grandma a better life. The hospital where your grandma was had the best care!” 

Noella let out a scornful laugh. “Three hundred a month, and you think that buys the best care? Perhaps now that you are sick yourself, you can enjoy the ‘luxurious‘ treatment that comes with three hundred.” 

When Old Mrs. Lambert was ill, it was Lunar Lab that footed the medical bills, and Noella made sure every medication was tested thoroughly before letting it anywhere near her grandmother. 

Vincent had never shown up. 

A bit sheepish, Vincent tried to further justify himself, hoping to soften Noella enough to summon Ulrich. 

“Noella…” 

“Get lost.” 

Noella hung up the phone and promptly added the number to her blacklist. 

Palmer watched, a surge of sympathy pricking him like a needle, filling him with a protective urge toward the girl. 

“The Lamberts?” 

“Yeah, who knows what got into them. Just block and done.” 

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Noella effortlessly created a filter, preventing any calls from the Lambert family from reaching her phone. 

A member of the Polaris Star in doctor’s garb knocked and entered. 

“Boss, Thorpe has agreed to let us operate.” 

“He had to. His brother’s been through too much; he can barely hang on.” 

Noella turned to Palmer. “The surgery will take a while.” 

“Don’t worry, nothing will disturb you. I’ll be right outside the OR, waiting for my fiancée to finish her work.” 

He knew the silence she needed at her surgery table. 

One of the Polaris Star members grinned. “Man, who would’ve thought I’d see the day when Vocalist would be guarding my surgery table. Lucky me!” 

“Is he guarding you? It’s boss that he’s guarding! Boss, with Mr. Pollack being so great, when are you going to clean us up and take us all with you when you marry over?” 

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Noella gave them a helpless look, and Palmer let out a pleased chuckle. 

Her cheeks flushed, thankfully hidden by the surgical mask. 

“Go get ready.” 

Brain surgery was no small feat, and the prep work was just as intricate. 

The Polaris Star trio whistled and scampered off, not eager to get a kick in the rear. 

Noella said, “I’m off to prep.” 

Palmer caught Noella, gently tucking loose strands of her hair under her surgical cap with care. “I’ll be right here, waiting for you to come out.” 

“Okay.” 

The OR light turned on, and Thorpe paced anxiously outside the door.