The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 6

What on earth was this girl yammering about? Did she have any idea who Professor Calvin is? The dude’s a top–notch doc who checks up on the bigwigs! Did she really think she can just hit him up whenever?

The nurse sneered. “If you can get through to Professor Calvin, I’ll bow down and apologize.”

*Kids these days. I tell ya. My son thinks he’s Ultraman or something.”

“Enough chit–chat, let’s kick her out already. A little time at the police station will knock some sense into her and show her where she stands.”

Right in front of everyone, Noella whipped out her phone and dialed a number.

A doctor nearby scoffed. “She’s just punching in random digits. At least save a fake ‘Calvin‘ in your contacts to make it look good.”

Noella was speechless.

It’s not like he’s that important. Why would she bother saving his number? She remembered it because he’d called way too many times.

The other end picked up quickly.

Noella hit the speakerphone.

“This is Noella. There’s something wrong with the meds you prescribed.”

A confident male voice responded, “So you’ve finally decided to join our lab? Wait, what did you say?”

“I’m at Imperial West Hospital. You prescribed licorice tablets for a patient with hypertensive heart disease.”

Calvin smacked his forehead. “Right, right, I did prescribe licorice tablets for a patient, but just once. The dosage is correct, strictly controlled.”

“You prescribed it five times. The patient is dead.”

Calvin said in disbelief, “Impossible! I have the prescription right here. I only signed off on it once, for the patient in room eight. Their blood pressure couldn’t handle too much licorice!”

Noella coolly replied. “So, you got it wrong.”

Calvin, in a frenzy on the other end, “Alright, my bad. If you’re willing to join our lab…”

“Your lab’s going nowhere. Count me out.” After saying that, she asked again, “Who is this?”

There was a pause on the line before he replied with this name.

Upon hearing his name, Noella hung up.

Calvin, still holding his phone, was dumbfounded.

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Chartere

Hold on a sec! How could the prescription for bed eight be wrong? And someone died?

to Imperial West Hospital right away, or else there would

maybe he’d get to see

Noella, having hung up, tilted her

you say you’ll bow

Professor Calvin’s voice on the line! And he was all gung–ho

medical staff were flabbergasted.

in medicine, now

out, it would

face fell, her voice catching. “Even if Professor Calvin admits it, nobody knows which family’s kid you are.

tough to crack nowadays?

stood there, her eyes coolly locking with

The air of authority. that

met his gaze

“His.”

claimed to be from Marcel’s family! What a

used on the phone didn’t match the Schnabel family. How could she

you can eat junk food, but you can’t talk

tranquil as an ink wash

seen.

locked eyes with Marcel.

felt a sudden

girl had to be his granddaughter. Those eyes. were the

when she was young, with hints of his

eyes.

and graceful,

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amateurs!

increasingly pleased with what

clamoring

get you!

raised his hand for silence, and everyone

over. “Call me Grandpa.”

the flow, stepping up to stand

“Grandpa.”

to have you

gaze swept over the group of

you dare to butt in? Who said to take her away? I’d say

staff never imagined that Noella

upbringing and bully the Schnabel family’s

legs turned to jelly at the

didn’t know she was the young miss of your

waved them off. “Someone will be in

that meant. Their faces

lady on the floor, her face streaked with

will help you, don’t worry.”