The Killer Queen ( Noella Briony ) novel Chapter 220

Briony paced around her room, wringing her hands before finally gathering up the courage to call her mother, Belinda.

"Mom, I really don't want to end up behind bars, and I sure as hell don't want this baby. The Rosenbergs are bankrupt now, and there's no way they can give me or the kid a decent life."

She wouldn't let Milford drag her down with his failures! She had set her sights on the Rosenberg fortune and now that it was gone, she wanted nothing to do with them.

Belinda was silent for a moment before soothing her. "Don't you worry, honey, I’ve got you."

Briony continued, desperation in her voice. "Mom, if it comes down to it, can't you reach out to my real dad? Vincent's practically on his deathbed. Are you really gonna stick with him?"

The mere mention of Vincent got Belinda's blood boiling.

That damn fool Vincent, always crying poor when he had slyly transferred all his assets to his bastard son!

"I won't divorce him until I get back every penny of our marital assets. I'll be damned if I let Vincent get away with this!"

As for Briony's biological father...

Well, Belinda wasn't exactly sure herself. She'd had a string of boyfriends before marrying Vincent, and pinning down which one fathered Briony wasn't straightforward.

With no clear answer, she decided to choose the most suitable candidate for now.

Belinda pondered a moment, then replied, "Your dad...he's in the gemstone business. He mentioned something about mining nephrite, and that stuff's worth a fortune. If we can find him, you won't have to worry about a thing. I'll find you a sharp lawyer first. Once you're in the clear, we'll take care of the baby. The Rosenbergs are broke as a joke now; we can't have their child."

Briony quickly agreed!

If she found her real father, she was sure her future would be bright. Then, whether it was Milford or Noella, they would have to bow down to her.

"Mom, you've got to get back what Vincent took from us, or how are we supposed to live? I heard from Milford's mom that Noella's rolling in dough. Now that we're down on our luck, she can't just ignore us, right?"

The words left a sour taste in her mouth.

Why was Noella so damn lucky, finding a rich guy to latch onto in times like these?

"Noella? That little brat? Forget it. She doesn't see us as family. Briony, do not go to her."

Belinda still felt the pain from the last time Noella had given her what for, and it made her skin crawl. If Briony went to Noella, she might end up getting a beating too.

Briony dismissed her mother's concerns, suspecting Belinda wanted to go after Noella's money herself and would abandon her if she got it.

After hanging up, Briony eyed the guards outside her room.

She needed to find a way out – the thought of jail or having Milford's child and then prison was just terrifying!

...

Meanwhile, Noella dined leisurely, listening to Yasbel's animated recount of the afternoon's spectacle.

"Boss, you should have seen it! Milford at the hospital, a complete mess. And then, a bunch of girls calling him, claiming they're pregnant, and he's denying all of them. I was there for a shoot and witnessed this whole circus."

The onlookers, including the doctors, all turned their gaze on Milford, expressions souring.

Noella knew Milford's true colors and wasn't surprised by the news.

"It's none of my business."

She never took people like Milford seriously.

Yasbel whistled, glancing at Palmer who was busy grilling steaks for Noella.

"True that. You've got yourself a real man now. Milford's just trash."