The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 74

Sienna saw that the old man and lady were set in their ways, so she thought better of trying to persuade them further.

A stretched Bentley pulled up at the door, its luxurious, sleek body gliding over the flower and plant–covered path, leaving a trail of sweet fragrance.

Two tall and handsome men got out first, and just as Stirling reached out his hand, he saw Palmer already bending down and offering his hand to Noella.

“Sis, save some hand–holding for me!” Stirling was on the verge of tears. At home, Beckett always hogged the spotlight, and he could live with not getting to hold his sister’s hand, but now Palmer was in the picture, too!

Noella, holding onto one brother on each side, approached the Horwich family elders.

“Grandpa and Grandma, I’m back.”

“Good, good. From now on, this is your home too!”

Merrick Horwich had met Noella before, so he was quite composed, patting her hand gently.

Freya, however, was meeting her granddaughter for the first time. Initially, she had mixed feelings about Noella because of her worries about Elara, but the moment she saw Noella’s face, which bore a striking resemblance to Sienna’s, Freya’s tears started rolling down her

cheeks.

“My dear child, you’ve finally come back. I missed your last birthday; don’t hold it against me.”

Sienna was startled. “Mom, what’s going on? Why the tears? Don’t scare Noella, let’s go inside.” Noella squatted in front of Freya, looking up at the old lady with white hair.

Freya, a scientist who made significant contributions to Harmonia Country and didn’t even shed a tear when receiving the national medal of honor, was now crying like a baby.

“Grandma. I’m not mad.”

Stirling chimed in, “Grandma, I’m still here, don’t play favorites! Don’t act like I’m invisible; you always said I was your favorite!”

upon seeing her obviously neglected grandson. “You little scamp. who could possibly miss you? Let’s go inside. Noella must be tired

when she looked at Palmer and Noella together–such a picture–perfect couple! She had worried that someone with Palmer’s background wouldn’t think Noella was good enough, but

Noella–total

only had Sienna as their daughter and treated her kids

eve.

the dinner table, the family sat together for a

down her cutlery. “Sienna, you mentioned you wanted to divorce Tristan? What’s that about? I didn’t have a chance to ask you when I got back last night, what exactly happened?”

the brink of tears!

boy, his dear mother–in–law! He had just barely smoothed things over, and Sienna had agreed to drop

gaze piercing as she looked at her parents.

before because I loved him and also because Noella hadn’t come back. I

at Noella sitting beside her, her mind

old witch bullying my daughter over and over again! Why should my Noella be bossed around by her? Mom, Dad, can you believe

been well–mannered and demure, never raising her voice. But when it came to Ashlyn, she was so furious that her eyes were bloodshot, remembering the nasty things Ashlyn had said about Noella right to

Tristan. “Tristan, this is something we really can’t meddle in. Your mother has indeed gone too far. For years, Sienna and we have put up with

“Right, right, I’ve discussed this with my father, and he says they will divorce tomorrow. From now on, Sienna and Noella won’t have to see her again. I promise I’ll make sure it never happens again!”

you keep it? Do you have any idea that the call you got last night was from someone

turned

done to Noella was unforgivable to the

harming

the bottom of this, Don’t worry, no matter what she says, I

though sit the refined and handsome helmsman of the Schnabel family, Tristan had no airs about him when it came to Sienna. “Sienna, I can’t be without

back home?”

softened. She took Noella’s hand, her face full of

Please, keep an extra eye on her for me.” Palmer nodded resolutely, slipping his arm around Noella’s waist in a sweet yet

I’ll take good care of her.”

were, couldn’t help but snicker and playfully kicked the

call off this engagement. and now he was gawking at Palmer,