The Killer Queen ( Noella Briony ) novel Chapter 428

"Grandpa's about to kick the bucket!"

Chaos erupted throughout Schnabel Manor.

Tristan's announcement, piercing and urgent, startled everyone in the household!

Five minutes later, the family members, gathered in Marcel's study, looked at Tristan, who had just received a spanking despite being well into his fifties, with a mixture of shock and speechlessness.

Noella coughed softly.

"Considering how Grandpa's still so spry, he seems pretty healthy to me."

The septuagenarian chasing his son around, brandishing a cane like it was a sword, with Tristan having no chance of outrunning him...

It was quite the spectacle.

Elara covered her face.

"Looks like Dad's not as fit as Grandpa after all..."

Marcel, a man of military discipline, had spent his life in rigorous training and combat, unlike Tristan, who had grown comfortable with a sedentary lifestyle in the office.

"I'll teach you to spout nonsense! What, you can't wait for me to drop dead so you can play lord of the manor?"

Tristan, nursing his sore behind, sought refuge behind Sienna.

"Dad! I'm sorry! With all this talk of wills and calling for Noella, I thought... I thought you were on your last legs!"

Especially since Marcel had been skipping meals for days.

And it was after Sexton's passing.

How could anyone not jump to conclusions?

Tristan's imagination had run wild with scenarios of doom and gloom!

Noella stepped forward to calm Marcel.

"Grandpa, did you want to talk about something specific?"

Marcel took a seat, catching his breath after several cups of tea, then waved his hand dismissively.

"I wanted to discuss some matters about the Polaris Star Project with you."

"Getting older, one starts to think about the inevitable. I've been giving it a lot of thought these past days. I need to share some things with you!"

Originally, it was supposed to be a private discussion with Noella, but thanks to Tristan's dramatics, the entire family, including a pregnant Malvina, ended up in Marcel's study.

Marcel advised, “Malvina, you should rest.”

"No need, Grandpa. I've napped too much during the day; can't sleep now."

Marcel sought Noella's consent, "Noella, are you okay with them staying?"

After all, the Polaris Star Project involved some sensitive information.

Noella pondered for a moment, "It's okay. I didn't want the family to know before because I was afraid of putting them in danger. But Beckett said we're family; we should share our burdens."

She was a Schnabel, through and through!

Even if Noella wanted to keep some things secret, in a bid to protect the Schnabel family, to the others, they were one family: for better, for worse.

Marcel nodded, satisfied, "You've changed since you first came back!"

"Garrick's seriously ill, beyond saving."

Noella was shocked, "When did this happen?"

Marcel raised an eyebrow.

"Just a few days ago. It's your Grandma Helen's wedding gift to you!"

Helen's message was clear: only by taking action could she show her face to Harriet below!

Handing Noella a document, Marcel removed his reading glasses and began to clean them.

Only then did Noella discover that Helen had not only chosen her coffin and burial plot in recent days but had also poisoned Garrick!

Garrick, already frail from various underlying conditions and his exposure to hazardous materials during his research at Polaris Star, couldn't survive Helen's lethal concoction.

Marcel sighed, "She could have taken a less direct approach, but time was of the essence. This, my dear, is Helen's gift to you."