The Killer Queen ( Noella Briony ) novel Chapter 159

Sienna and Tristan were gobsmacked!

Who would have thought that the woman raising their precious daughter was Marcel's first love!

Jasper pondered for a moment. "Noella, Grandma Harriet's final resting place is at the Lambert ancestral home, right? Should we relocate her to our family's burial ground?"

The way Marcel was acting, it was clear Grandma Harriet meant the world to him.

Noella shook her head. "No need. Grandma loved it there. I don't want to disturb her peace."

Marcel nodded in agreement. "That's right. She always adored the rolling hills and the greenery, and having that old osmanthus tree by her side made her happy."

Their first encounter under a massive osmanthus tree, with its blossoming flowers showering down, had stayed with him all these years, never fading from his heart!

Marcel's eyes brimmed with memories. He removed his glasses and wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, looking hopefully at Noella.

"Darling, could you share those pictures with me?"

Noella nodded. "Grandma had made a video recording before she passed. It should be with the Lambert family. I'll find time to get it back."

They had discovered the existence of the video when they opened the safe. In the letter Old Mrs. Lambert had left for Noella, there was a note telling her about a video she had recorded, which was kept with the Lambert family.

After some thought, Marcel brought up the trending online topics to Noella.

“Looking at it this way, it seems like the Lambert family is behind this. Noella, can you... tell me who your grandma's significant other was?"

It was embarrassing for someone his age to ask such a thing, but thankfully, no one in the family seemed to mock him!

Noella shook her head. "There wasn't anyone. Grandma always took care of me by herself. Grandpa, Vincent isn't her biological son either; she adopted him."

Upon hearing this, Marcel unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, then muttered under his breath. "Good, good. If that fool really was her own, and she found out I had someone beat up her son, she'd never forgive me."

"Grandpa, what did you say?"

Marcel quickly shook his head, indicating he hadn't said anything.

Jasper stroked his chin. "The Lambert family is no good. They were cruel to Noella and to Grandma Harriet. Noella shouldn't go there to retrieve anything. What if she runs into danger? We need to find a way to make them give it to us willingly."

Tristan also disapproved of Noella going to the Lambert family and looked at Jasper. "How will you get them to hand it over? Will Vincent agree?"

Knowing his stingy, greedy nature, would he willingly give something so valuable to Marcel?

Jasper patted his chest confidently and raised an eyebrow. "Don't worry, Dad, I've got a plan!"

Tristan knew his youngest son was full of tricks and probably had another clever scheme up his sleeve. "Alright, just be careful not to put your sister in jeopardy."

Noella looked at Marcel and asked, "Grandpa, what did you mean when you said Grandma deceived you?"

Marcel let out a sigh. Even he wasn't sure what had happened!

"Harriet and I were very close, but one time when I came back from a mission, she was lying there covered in blood. I rushed her to the hospital, and then she was gone! All these years I thought she had passed away. If only I had known she was still alive..."

Marcel didn't finish his words.

"So, Grandpa, how did you end up marrying Ashlyn?"

"It's all a blur now." As he spoke, Marcel sifted through his mind, trying to piece together the past, his eyes deepening with the weight of memory.

He hastily stood and walked to his study, pulling out a thick stack of old receipts from a tall cabinet. Finally, he picked up a faded invoice and strained to read the worn letters.

"I remember taking Harriet to Tandy Hospital. I was right."

Noella blinked in surprise.

Tandy Hospital again?

"Back then, I should have made proper arrangements for Harriet's burial, but an urgent mission came up. There was a collapse after an earthquake in a nearby county, and I had to go help. I entrusted Merrick Horwich with Harriet's burial..."