The Killer Queen

Chapter 270

The hospital room fell into an eerie silence.

Dr. Lowry hadn’t expected this – that Ulrich’s and Yvonne’s connections would trace back to the same roots!

The Schnabel family never publicly acknowledged Yvonne’s claim, but she took it upon herself to promote her own status. Her mantra at school was all about Márcel’s status.

Ulrich tried to calm the waters. “Look, she doesn’t carry that name anymore. And her threats about ruining your residency? Empty

words.”

Jasper had already taken legal action against Yvonne and the production team from Stirling.

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Just yesterday, she was scrambling for money, probably to afford a decent lawyer. As if anyone could outmaneuver Jasper in court!

*She’s likely facing jail time, but we’re curious if there’s more to her story. Though my family never embraced her, we’re prepared to make amends on her behalf.”

The Schnabel children were always responsible.

Despite the fact that the Schnabel family had no involvement in Dr. Lowry’s issues, Yvonne had maliciously used their names against

her.

Dr. Lowry quickly interjected, “Oh no, Dr. Schnabel, since she’s not really one of yours, it’s not for you to fix her messes. Knowing she’ll face justice is enough for me. Besides, I owe my life to the two ladies here.”

It was Noella and Elara who pulled her back from death’s door!

“Yvonne didn’t really do much at school. She was hardly there. But, I overheard her once, bragging on the phone..”

Dr. Lowry hesitated, struggling to voice her thoughts. She glanced at Noella and whispered, “Can you lean in, Ms. Schnabel?”

Noella nodded and leaned closer to hear Dr. Lowry’s hushed words.

After listening, Noella’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“Really?”

Dr. Lowry nodded. “Yeah, it seemed like she was talking to her grandmother. She sounded really proud.”

Noella was taken aback!

If what Dr. Lowry said was true, then Yvonne once reached out to Beckett’s ex, claiming she was the future Schnabel daughter–in–law And Ashlyn was in on it too! Or perhaps she was the mastermind?

Dr. Lowry, exhausted from the conversation, rested.

Stepping out of the room, Noella shared what Dr. Lowry had disclosed.

Elara gasped. “What? Yvonne claimed she was pregnant with Beckett’s child? That’s utterly ridiculous! She was underage back then!”

Ulrich took a moment to process.

“So, those rumors about Beckett having a secret child was Yvonne’s doing. Perhaps Beckett’s ex didn’t believe those rumors but trusted Yvonne when she approached her directly?”

Noella nodded. “In that light, it’s understandable why Beckett’s ex might have believed Yvonne.”

Putting themselves in her shoes, Beckett’s ex–girlfriend’s departure made more sense, likely due to being heartbroken beyond repair.

The siblings exchanged looks.

Elara questioned, “Should we tell Beckett? But he said she’s married now. It wouldn’t be right to disrupt her life, would it?” Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Ulrich looked at Noella. “Noella, you should tell him.”

“Me?”

Ulrich smiled knowingly. “Beckett dotes on you. He won’t get mad at whatever you say. He deserves to know, regardless of what happens next. We should trust Beckett to do the right thing, morally and ethically.

Elara nodded. “Makes sense. Noella, you talk to him. He won’t shoot the messenger if it’s you.”

Reluctantly, Noella dialed Beckett, briefly explaining the situation.

“Beckett, are you listening?”

“Yes, Noella, I am. Thank you for letting me know.” Beckett’s voice was hoarse, tinged with weariness.

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“Beckett, won’t you try to clear things up with her?”

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Beckett chuckled sadly, his gaze drifting towards the beach. He had just emerged from a corporate gathering, his body cloaked in exhaustion.

“Noella, what if someone approached you claiming Mr. Pollack had a child? What would you do?”

Noella pondered earnestly, “I wouldn’t believe them.”

Despite her confusion about her feelings for Palmer, she’d verify such claims herself.

“At least I’d confront him. I wouldn’t unjustly accuse someone. That’s unfair.”

Beckett smiled warmly. “That’s my sister. So, it wasn’t just Yvonne and Ashlyn meddling. There was more. She always hesitated to visit our family. I thought it was just stress, but it was also a lack of trust in me, in us.”

Beckett had once been clueless about Darcy’s avoidance. Now, with the wisdom of years, he understood her perspective. He failed to protect her vulnerabilities and insecurities; she doubted his steadfast commitment.

Beckett lifted a champagne glass, its contents shimmering under his elegant touch.

“Don’t worry about me. I know what I must do.”

“Take care, and come home soon.”

Hanging up, Beckett’s gaze lingered on the waves, draining his glass in solitude. He chuckled at himself. “Looks like the party’s over.”

They couldn’t go back anymore.

At Imperial University, a knock on the dean’s office door was followed by Garrick’s voice from inside, “Come in.”

Noella entered, her backpack slung over her shoulder. “Sir, I’m here to apply for an exemption from some courses.”

Garrick took off his glasses, fixing his gaze on Noella.

“As a student, your primary responsibility is to learn. Why are you trying to skip so many classes? If that’s the case, why bother coming to college at all?

Noella replied calmly, “My grandma wanted me to come.”

Garrick paused, clearly not expecting such a simple reason for Noella’s attendance!

“You shouldn’t treat your studies lightly. I cannot approve your application. You need to attend all your classes punctually. If you don’t show up, I’ll have to fail you!”

Noella frowned slightly, looking at the stern and somewhat aloof elderly man before her.

Garrick was about the same age as Marcel, but his eyes always held a certain inscrutable quality that made Noella slightly uncomfortable.

She nodded, pulling out a prepared withdrawal form from her bag. “Well, in that case, I guess you’ll just have to sign this withdrawal form.”

Garrick looked at the form. “Are you joking? You promised your grandmother you’d attend college, and now you’re treating it like a joke? Haven’t the Schnabel family taught you to keep your promises?”

Noella shrugged, a hint of resignation in her voice. “I promised Grandma I’d go to college, not that I’d graduate.”