Chapter 5

Noella was taken aback, her brows furrowing slightly. “Marriage? Doesn’t the family have other daughters?”

“Miss Elara sald she’s not a daughter of the Schnabel family, not worthy to take your engagement spot. The lord said the marriage is yours, and no one can snatch it away!”

Wren was grinning from ear to ear after receiving a call, chatting respectfully with the other party for a bit before hanging up and turning to Noella.

“Miss, before the lord wants you to swing by to see him before you go home. You know his health isn’t great, and he’s been missing you for many years.”

Noella didn’t mind and nodded. “Sure, but the gift I’ve prepared for Grandpa hasn’t arrived yet. Wouldn’t it be improper to show up empty–handed?”

Wren quickly waved his hands. “The fact that you’re willing to visit is already a big deal. The lord doesn’t care much for those things.”

Marcel Schnabel had lived for so long, what good things hadn’t he seen?

What Wren was really worried about was Noella refusing to go.

The fact that she had thought to prepare a gift for the lord was already impressive.

Considering the Lambert family’s poor state, living in that tiny villa, Wren didn’t expect Noella to come up with anything too fancy. But with Noella saying so, showing balance and politeness, yet neither servile nor overbearing, Wren’s impression of her improved a lot.

That demeanor, truly fitting for the Schnabel family’s Miss!

“The lord is recuperating in a hospital on the outskirts of Imperial City. I’ll take you there now.”

Half an hour later, the helicopter turned into a regular sedan, smoothly entering Imperial West Hospital.

Wren handed Noella a piece of paper with a room number on it.

“Miss, the lord doesn’t like too many people around. I’ll go wash the car, so could you please go up on your own? I’ll wait for you here!”

Marcel had a foul temper, which had grown even more eccentric since falling ill.

Wren looked apologetically at Noella.

Taking the paper, Noella nodded faintly. “Okay.”

Just as she reached the third floor, a bunch of wild kids knocked over a nurse’s cart, sending it barreling towards Noella!

“Watch out!” The nurses cried out in alarm.

Chapter 5

“Oh no.

for bed number three.

was about to dodge when

that Marcel’s

cart was out of control,

the chaos, with a swift move of her feet

steadied the cart.

drop of medicine was spilled!

nurses were stunned! That was some slick move!

you

about to return the cart to the nurses, when suddenly, a plump lady

herself at

grab Noella’s arm, but Noella dodged with a

Noella was distracted, she grabbed onto her clothes, her voice loud enough

Hospital won’t own up after killing my son. What can I

lady started bawling,

son! You quacks

patient’s door

such sights, hurried over to try to

to the ground, wailing, “Oh Lord! Why is my

visibly annoyed, frowned and said, “Excuse me, you signed a surgical consent before the operation. The patient

voice grew even louder,

relation? Are you now saying there’s no relation? My son breathed his last in your hospital!

a natural loudspeaker, her

rant, she took out a prescription, plopped herself on the floor, and continued her wails. “Why doesn’t anyone believe me?

couldn’t

because your son said that in your dream, you think that’s the

as if she wouldn’t leave without an explanation from the

sounded above

this your son’s prescription? There’s a problem with

as she looked at the prescription in the

hers.

up, her voice louder. “I knew someone would see it! Finally, someone’s taking my side! It’s all because of Imperial West Hospital’s Incompetent doctors that

lady came by every couple of weeks, and the whole floor’s medical staff were at their wit’s

giving Noella hostile

can’t just say anything you like. What makes you

be talking nonsense? Can you even understand this prescription?

gave her a steady look.

leading to elevated blood pressure in patients. This is common knowledge. The amount of licorice tablets in this prescription is

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