The Killer Queen ( Noella Briony ) novel Chapter 302

Crush?

That word felt like a hot potato!

Ulrich had never really known what having a crush felt like!

“A crush...what’s that?”

“It’s like, whenever you think of someone, you get this bittersweet feeling inside. Or imagine, if Malvina were to confess her feelings to you, would you say yes?”

The mere thought of Malvina confessing to him made Ulrich’s lips curve into a smile, his eyes sparkling with hope. Being the most literary among the Schnabel siblings, his smile was like the first day of spring after a long winter!

Realizing he might be smiling too broadly, Ulrich quickly composed himself.

“Of course, I wouldn’t say yes right away! I’d play it cool, wait for her to make the first move. Don’t worry, Noella, I’ve got my own pace. I won’t be led by the nose!”

Noella raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

Waiting for Malvina to confess to Ulrich seemed to Noella like waiting for a train that might never arrive.

Ulrich glanced at his surgery schedule, then swiftly changed out of his lab coat and strode out of the room.

On his way out, he bumped into Elara, who was just returning from a shoe shopping spree. Seeing Ulrich hurrying out of the hospital, Elara was puzzled.

“Ulrich, where are you off to in such a hurry?”

Without looking back, Ulrich marched on.

“Off to have your future sister-in-law confess to me!”

Elara was baffled. “What? I tell you, this is what happens when you spend too much time in the lab.”

Thinking Ulrich was off to make a fantasy come true was one thing, but expecting Malvina to actually confess?

Given Ulrich’s routine of home, lab, hospital, Elara doubted any confession outside his imagination.

Jasper also concluded, “He’s lost it.”

Noella shrugged, quickly siding with Elara and Jasper in agreement.

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In Lavinia Richardson’s hospital room,

Helen, sat by, watching over the sleeping Lavinia. Lucian sat opposite her, both elders silent, sharing a heavy sigh.

“Lucian, you insisted on adopting those kids, and now look what’s happened.”

“Was it really my choice at the time? I had no choice.”

Helen scoffed, her disapproving gaze unwavering. “No choice? Well, if you insist on playing the fool, you’ve certainly left yourself no options.”

“Helen Barth, could you not be so harsh?”

“That would require you to act like a decent human. To a fool, even wise words sound like nonsense.”

Frustrated yet unable to win the verbal spar, Lucian knew too well that Helen’s biting wit was unmatched.

“This is your daughter, Lucian. If you won’t care for her, who will?”

Lucian, feeling the weight of his decisions, lamented, “With Lorne gone, what more can I do for Lavinia but be there for her? It’s not like I can undo the past.”

“Well, you’re not entirely wrong.”

Helen, her eyes clouding with sadness, touched Lavinia’s hand, her own voice heavy with emotion.