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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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 be hell to pay.

to see that

hospital, Noella, having hung up, tilted her chin up

you say you’ll bow down and

Calvin’s voice on the line! And he was all gung–ho about inviting the girl in front to

staff were flabbergasted.

now admitting he screwed up a prescription!

word got out, it would rock the entire medical

her voice catching. “Even if Professor Calvin admits it, nobody knows which

this tough to crack

stood there, her eyes coolly locking with Marcel’s.

presence that made people hesitate to meet his gaze. The air of authority. that comes

his gaze

“His.”

was speechless. This girl claimed to be from Marcel’s family!

was sure that the name the girl had used on the phone didn’t match the Schnabel family. How could

food, but you can’t

as an ink wash painting, not a ripple to

seen.

locked eyes

felt a sudden

girl had to be his granddaughter. Those eyes. were the spitting image of

daughter–in–law when she was young, with hints

eyes.

composed and graceful, making those

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amateurs!

was increasingly pleased with

clamoring to

spy, out to get you!

silence, and everyone clammed up like chickens.

waved Noella over. “Call me Grandpa.”

went with the flow, stepping up to stand beside

“Grandpa.”

to have you back.”

group of medical staff, his smile vanishing

granddaughter, Noella Schnabel, and you dare to butt in? Who said to take her

imagined that Noella was actually

just criticize the Schnabel family’s upbringing and bully the Schnabel family’s young lady in front of her

legs turned to jelly at

she was the young

off. “Someone will be in touch regarding these matters.”

faces fell, staring at Noella behind

face streaked with tears, looked at Noella with

will help you, don’t worry.”