The Killer Queen

Noella said nonchalantly. “I know you didn’t prescribe it, but if you don’t show up and

something happens, that medicine will be on your head.”

Calvin’s cold sweat was streaming down his forehead like a leaky faucet!

Ashlyn was Marcel’s better half! If this were ancient times, she would be at least a lady with a royal command. If something went wrong on his watch, he might as well kiss his career goodbye.

Just the thought made Calvin shiver!

“How did this end up in Ashlyn’s medicine?” He asked.

“The nurse said she added it herself, but you know as well as I do that Nourishment Pills are like hen’s teeth on the black market. Our country’s got a tight grip on that stuff.”

Calvin nodded and frowned. “You’re right. Even with my connections, scoring that medicine is no cakewalk, let alone for a septuagenarian dowager…”

Because the medicine was so hard to come by, if anything happened to Ashlyn, he, as her primary physician, would be in hot water!

“I want you to give Ashlyn a thorough check–up. From what I’ve noticed, she’s been a bit off her rocker.

Ashlyn had been muttering in her sleep, fussing over whether Marcel was cheating on her.

At her age, if she was fussing about her husband cheating, that was probably an early sign of Alzheimer’s, a prelude to dementia.

Calvin nodded. “Alright, I’ll check her out in a bit. But what about the medicine?”

Just holding the medicine was making Calvin feel like he was holding a hot potato!

Noella glanced at him coolly.“I swapped it for some jelly beans this morning, and she didn’t notice. Just find a similar placebo to tide us over and hold off on giving her the real deal.”

“Okay, you got it. What brings you here anyway? Did the Schnabel family rope you in for Ashlyn’s check–up? Fancy joining my lab? We offer a competitive package with full insurance and a housing fund!”

Noella did not know what to say. The reason Noella had blocked Calvin so many times was precisely because he just wouldn’t stop yapping!

She brushed him off with an excuse. “I’ve joined Ulrich’s lab, so zip it.”

She would just have to give her brother a heads–up later.

Calvin was petrified.

What a shame!

12:28

In the ward. Calvin cheerfully said to the just–awoken Ashlyn, “Madam, let’s do a more detailed check– up today, Mr. Marcel’s already done it.”

Calvin had Ashlyn’s number by now.

Every time he mentioned that Marcel had undergone some procedure, Ashlyn would not be

undone and insisted on having the same done for her.

Sure enough as soon as Calvin mentioned it, she eagerly extended her hand.

“Much obliged, Professor Calvin.”

While doing the checkup, Calvin jovial asked. “Madam, I noticed a peculiar medicine in your mix. Was that your request?”

Ashlyn had a lot of faith in Calvin’s medical skills.

Her face crinkled into a smile at the mention of the medicine.

“Yvonne brought it and said it was a miracle cure she prayed for in church just for me. And you know, I really did feel a whole lot better after taking it!”

Brought by Yvonne?

Miracle cure indeed – it makes you feel like Hercules at first, but overdose it, and it’s curtains.

How did Yvonne get her hands on the Nourishment Pill?

Yvonne, she’s so thoughtful and dutiful not like some people…”

She ranted on, shooting a venomous glance at Noella standing in the corner.

Not knowing how to play the game, just watching like a bump on a log while she’s getting checked out, not even offering to lend a hand!

If Yvonne were here, she would be running back and forth, tending to her!

After the check–up, Calvin shot Noella a look.

“Madam, the results should be out by tomorrow, and you’re in tip–top shape right now.”

“Thanks a million, Professor Calvin. Noella, see the professor out, will you?”

“Sure.”

The two of them left together.

Ashlyn watched their retreating figures. Calvin was still chatting with Noella, and her brow furrowed fiercely.

Professor Calvin was usually so aloof, barely exchanging extra words with Yvonne when she was around, just sticking to medical advice. Why did he become Mr. Chatterbox with that Noella?

Could it be that she had some serious ailment he didn’t dare tell her about?

But he told Noella; it must be that vile Sienna’s doing!

The more Ashlyn thought about it, the more convinced she became. In a rage, she hurled her Diass across the room!

“You all just want to see me dead! Well, I won’t make it easy for you! Sienna, this isn’t over!”

Screams echoed through the corridors.

Calvin, standing at the door of the room, had just started discussing Ashlyn’s condition with Noella when he heard the commotion inside, along with the sounds of the caregiver trying to soothe Ashlyn.

Noella said matter–of–factly, “That seals it. Premonitory Alzheimer’s, severe and irreversible.”

Ashlyn was riddled with severe delusions.

From the looks of it, her condition was not going to be any lighter.

Calvin heaved a sigh.

I got it. I’ll arrange to adjust her medication.”

“Thanks for the trouble.”

At Imperial City’s priciest golden central business district was the Pollack Group skyscraper.

The towering buildings were a sight to behold, with the Pollack Group’s office blocks lined up and dominating the entire park area – a vast expanse of Pollack family assets.

Yvonne, in her dazzling dress, was still adamant about carrying her lace–trimmed parasol even in the office building, and she was giving the receptionist a hard time.

“I’m Mr. Pollack’s fiancée–to–be, and you dare bar my entry? Do you believe I’ll be the first to fire you once I’m married in?”

The receptionist kept a polite smile plastered on her face.

“I’m sorry, miss, but without an appointment, I can’t let you through.”

“Who cares about appointments! I need to get in now! Call Palmy for me; he’ll definitely let me up!”

The receptionist kept up a professional smile, “You’re also welcome to reach out to Mr. Pollack yourself.”

Yvonne wanted to call Palmer, but she was blocked; no way to buzz his phone!

Today, Noella got called away to grandma–sit, but hanging out in a hospital room all day? Not her idea of fun. Ashlyn was simply dull to be with.

So, Yvonne ended up at the Pollack Group building, and this darn receptionist had the nerve to Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

not let her in!

12:28

She was fuming!

And to top it off, the Pollack Group was crawling with young, pretty employees. Just wait until she became the Mrs. Pollack – she would show them the door!

Palmer stepped out of his private elevator, all suave, his suit practically cutting through the air.

Yvonne’s eyes lit up at the sight of Palmer! She shot a killer glare at the receptionist and moved to meet him.

“Palmy, I’m here to pick you up from work. Let’s go shopping together!”

Palmer didn’t even spare her a glance, his voice icy. “Security, toss her out. If anyone not related to the Pollack Group tries to enter the building again, you can kiss your jobs goodbye.”

The security guys sprang into action, yanking Yvonne away and tossing her out on her ear!

Yvonne was stunned!

Why was Palmer being so heartless to her?

She had made her feelings for him crystal clear!

She couldn’t believe it! Palmer just didn’t realize how great she was, but once he did, he would definitely come around…