The Killer Queen ( Noella Briony ) novel Chapter 386

After Poppy stabbed Dalia and was taken away, she somehow managed to lawyer up and get herself out. She came back home looking for trouble but couldn't find Darcy anywhere. That's when she decided to give her a call, hurling insults over the phone.

"Get back home right now. You think you can stay out all night trying to snag some random guys?"

"I'm the only one who's ever been good to you, you hear me?"

Darcy was pretty much numb to these words by now. She took a deep breath, her hands shaking.

"Your idea of being good to me is making me marry a guy who's shorter, heavier, poorer, and weaker than me? Oh, and he's got debts that you expect me to pay off?"

"Being good to me means hurting Dalia?"

"You can only control a man who's in every way inferior to you, ensuring he'll never leave you! Dalia was being disobedient. If she had agreed to marry, I wouldn't have had to hit her! A mother hitting her own child is perfectly natural!"

Darcy couldn't help but laugh sarcastically.

"It's fine, as long as you're crazy like you, you don't need to worry about divorce. It's just that Dad didn't want you."

"A husband not wanting his own wife, having affairs with other people, is perfectly natural too."

This stung Poppy deeply. She erupted into a tirade of vile words over the phone, the kind of language you wouldn't expect a mother to use towards her daughter. Darcy gripped the balcony railing, her whole body trembling.

Downstairs, Millie overheard the commotion. Without a second thought, she climbed up to the balcony and leapt up in one swift move! She snatched the phone right out of Darcy's hand.

"Hey, are you out of your mind? Need me to call a mental hospital for you? Who talks to their own kid like that?"

Narcissists are usually pretty good at hiding their true selves in front of others! Poppy, hearing another voice, quickly switched her tone.

"Oh, is this a friend of our Darcy? Dear me, this child is always so aloof and strange, hardly any friends. You should be careful around her, you know."

"I think you're the one who needs to be careful, loving to control men so much. Why don't you head to the local gym and get a massage? You could control plenty there."

"…Young lady, how dare you speak to your elder like that."

Millie rolled her eyes.

"I can't bear the thought of being your junior. Whoever ends up with that title might as well be set up on a blind date with a potato!"

Poppy dropped her ranting, adopting a cold tone: "Darcy, if you don't come home tonight, don't bother coming back ever!"

"Who cares about coming back? Just go cry over your dear husband's portrait!"

Millie hung up the phone with a flourish, not even giving Darcy a chance to react. Handing the phone back, Millie apologized, "Sorry about that, I just have a short fuse."

"No worries, thank you."

Darcy had long since given up on Poppy! After a moment of silence, Millie said, "No offense, but you really should stay away from that kind of person."

"Yeah, I know. But I was worried about Dalia. She was still in school, and I didn't want her to get hurt."

Darcy's family background was a mess. A cheating father, a mother with severe mental issues and a controlling nature, and a childhood filled with suppression. It all weighed heavily on her.

"I blocked her once, took Dalia, and moved out. Then she called the cops on us."

Darcy gave a resigned smile, patting Millie on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, I have a plan. Worse comes to worst, we'll leave the country and never come back. It's not a big deal!"

Millie blinked.