The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 88

Taken care of by his own son and daughter–in–law?

Wasn’t that just a jab at him?

Tristan had definitely taken care of Ashlyn himself before; he knew she wasn’t short of caretakers. She just wanted to ruffle Sienna’s feathers.

Any normal person would lose their cool hearing this, but Tristan, having dealt with Ashlyn for years, had plenty of tricks up his sleeve.

“Mom, your ward is private. What neighboring bed? Besides, all the folks on your floor are old men, not a single woman.”

Ashlyn was stumped!

She had her speech ready, but now she was tongue–tied and only managed to spit out that Tristan was ungrateful.

“Getting a wife and forgetting your mom! What kind of love potion has Sienna fed you? Let me tell you, you can find a new wife, but you only get one mom in this lifetime!”

Tristan’s smile vanished, and even Sienna at his side felt the shift in his mood and glanced

over.

“Mom, I don’t want to repeat myself. I’ve checked out the Gerastor nursing home. Keep up this nonsense, and you’re off to recuperate there. Don’t worry, I’ll send Yvonne with you for company.”

Hearing that Tristan would actually send her away just to back up Sienna, Ashlyn panicked!

“Tristan! How dare you treat me this way! I’m your mother! I’m telling you, simply because my connection with your dad, 1 can’t just leave the country.”

Marcel’s sensitive status meant that even Ashlyn couldn’t simply travel abroad without a thorough vetting process.

of

More importantly, at her age, once she was sent away, she would never have a chance to come back, let alone scheme more for Yvonne.

“Don’t worry about that. Dad’s aware of my decision. Mom, do you really think the Schnabel family can’t find a way to send someone away if we wanted to?”

Ashlyn was floored by his icy words. “Tristan, you can’t treat me this way. I’m getting on in years; I just want to live out my days in peace. If you keep this up, you’re asking for a lightning strike.”

Even if Tristan had grown a thick skin to such words, they still stung.

girl. Is that brat bad–mouthing her in front of you? She bullied. Yvonne, and you’re just going to let it slide? Tristan,

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Noella, she’s

anymore. Why, even now, did Ashlyn still believe Noella had done

had it tough. Why can’t you just cut her some slack?”

you have no idea. Even the family that adopted her said she’s

for their greed, cunning,

mostly regurgitating stuff she heard from Vincent.

to Gerastor. Get ready: this isn’t up for debate. The environment here is toxic; it’s bad

hung up, unwilling

beside him, asked, “Are you really sending her to Gerastor? She’s got some years on her, and with

took her hand, pulling out some documents. “Dad’s been ready to divorce her for a while now. He’s just worried she couldn’t handle it at her age,

just finding out that Marcel had already signed the divorce papers with Ashlyn!

Tristan sighed.

Ashlyn hadn’t gone too far, he wouldn’t have decided to send her away

hung up, Ashlyn was at her wits‘ end.

be so heartless? She was

with nonsense, driving a wedge between. mother and son. She couldn’t be sent away that easily; once she left. Yvonne’s chance to marry into the Pollack family

Ashlyn. She was young, with plenty of time ahead of her. What good would it do to stick with an

do we do now? If we go abroad, we’ll never see Grandpa and my

number, a contact she

his phone from her like she was a

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Palmer picked up, Ashlyn’s tone turned sweet

time to visit me? I’m at Imperial West Hospital, too. That girl, Noella, really should have brought her fiancé to see

was, after all, Noella’s grandmother,

be visiting the hospital tomorrow to see Grandpa, and I’ll stop by to

“Okay!”

eyes sparkled

don’t buy it for a second that Palmer would still trust Noella once he gets a load of her true colors. I bet he was just playing nice before because he didn’t want to lose face in front of the Schnabel family. Just wait until I spill the beans to him; he’ll definitely realize. who the right woman

was brimming with