The Killer Queen

[Look at them, the picture of family harmony. If you don’t take action soon, the Schnabels will surely strip you of your position.] The nanny warned as she sent the video.

Yvonne watched the video of the jolly family gathering, her eyes reddening with rage. She zoomed in on the video, spotting Palmer and Sexton.

Why was Sexton there too? Was Palmer roped into this get–together by him, with no choice but to join the Schnabels‘ feast? At this rate, that country bumpkin might actually marry Palmer, and then she’d have no standing in either the Schnabel or Pollack families.

All her painstaking efforts- was she really supposed to just hand everything over to someone else?

Tears streaming down her face, Yvonne handed the phone to Ashlyn.

“Grandma, look at this. They are dining together right now, and it looks like they are one big happy family.”

Ashlyn gave a weak glance at the video and lethargically nodded in agreement.

Noella’s outburst earlier in the day had left Ashlyn terrified, fearing another violent episode. Rumor had it that a few caregivers Noella had struck ended up in the ICU.

It was simply horrifying!

With her own face still swollen, Ashlyn hadn’t received the slightest care, and Yvonne, upon her return, hadn’t even noticed her grandmother’s injury.

“Grandma, don’t you care even a little bit? Mom and Dad have no sense of filial piety towards you. They don’t treat us like family. Such an important occasion, and they didn’t even call us to join them for dinner!”

Ashlyn merely nodded and mumbled, “Oh, dinner, family dinner.”

Frowning at her grandmother, Yvonne only now noticed Ashlyn’s bruised face. She screamed and called for a caregiver.

“What happened here? How did my grandmother get hurt?”

“It was the lady herself,” the caregiver spoke without emotion. “Also, Mr. Schnabel instructed you to prepare for a flight to Gerastor tomorrow. The arrangements for the convalescent home for the old lady and your school have all been made.”

Yvonne nearly dropped her phone!

The Schnabels were sending her and her grandmother abroad–and as soon as tomorrow?

The caregiver left without another glance at the duo. They were Pollack family caregivers, not the beefy, do–nothing bruisers Ashlyn had hired to strut around her.

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The entire Pollack Group had heard the rumors–Yvonne aspiring to be their group’s lady wod attacking Annie, the assistant, even contemplating firing all the female employees! This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

How could someone so contemptible bully their future lady, graceful and noble? They wouldn’t

stand for it!

Yvonne was dumbfounded,

The Schnabels were partying while plotting to ship her and Ashlyn off? it was outrageous, Wiibat had she done so wrong all these years? No one in the Schnabel family seemed to have a conscience. Despite being at Ashlyn’s side, her status was less than a nanny’s,

Tears streaming down her face, Yvonne replied to the nanny’s message,

[I’m being sent away tomorrow. From then on, I’ll have nothing to do with the Schnabels) The nanny responded quickly: (Ms. Yvonne, don’t be so negative, Think about it if something happens tonight, you and the old lady might not have to leave, right? And isn’t someone missing from the video? You and Ms. Elara are both adopted daughters. If Ms. Elara agrees to join forces with you, the Schnabels‘ assets could easily fall into your hands. Mr. Pollack only joined the dinner out of politeness. The old gentlemen have been friends for generations. Don’t overthink it.]

Bolstered by the message, Yvonne sprang into action.

She was right; she could still do something–she had to!

With determination, Yvonne forwarded the video to Elara, who was busy with experiments in Emerald County. She wanted to see Elara’s reaction to the footage of the Schnabel family dining happily without her, wondering if it would upset her,

Elara magnified the video several times, focusing on Noella, and said to herself, “Who took this? Why are they filming my brothers? Can’t they get a direct shot of Noella? Who wants to see those brats?”

All she cared about was her sister.

Elara quickly replied: [Send more.]

Overjoyed, Yvonne sent all the videos she had, but Elara’s response was delayed,

Was she too heartbroken, crying secretly in Emerald County?

Yvonne messaged her with false compassion: [Elara, there’s no need to be sad. We were never really part of their family. It’s normal for outsiders like us not to fit in. If you’re upset, I can keep you company! Believe me, if we join forces, no one can ever hurt us again! All of that was supposed to be yours, Elara. Why should Noella get everything?]

Elara’s reply was sharp: [Team up with you? If I had an IQ of 300, adding yours would leave us in the negatives. I have no interest in fools. I was never a Schnabel. None of what they have is mine, nor is it yours, Yvonne. Listen carefully! Those things, they, are, Noella’s!)

With each word punctuated for emphasis. Elara sent smiling emojis to hint that Yvonne shouldn’t worry so much.

Yvonne was so angry she could have bitten into her phone!

Damn it a!!!

She just couldn’t believe that Elara wasn’t the slightest bit jealous of Noella. Didn’t Elara feel like something of hers had been taken away?

She didn’t buy it! Elara had to be faking it, sucking up to Noella, that country bumpkin, thinking it. would secure her a spot in the Schnabel family!

Yvonne was about to fire off another message when she realized Elara had blocked her.

With a furious scowl, she chucked her phone aside, her gaze landing on Ashlyn, who was still trembling.

“Grandma, you don’t want us to get kicked out, do you? Since I’m your only granddaughter, you should do something for me, right?”

Meanwhile, at the cozy Schnabel Manor, Tristan’s phone rang with a lovely melody.

Beckett furrowed his brow. “Dad, why does your ringtone sound like Mom singing?”

Sienna’s cheeks flushed pink. That old rascal had actually recorded her singing and set it as his ringtone. She could imagine the looks on business associates‘ faces, and the snickers from their kids if they heard it.

Stirling picked up his phone and saw a message from Elara.

[I went to see my little sis chowing down!!]

Stirling’s lips curled into a smile as he casually filmed Noella enjoying her meal and sent it over. The video panned to end on the empty seat beside Jasper, where Elara’s favorite dinner set was placed. She might not be here, but she was still in everyone’s thoughts!

Elara felt content upon seeing the video.

Noella was just too adorable! Who wouldn’t love such a sweet, cuddly little sister?

Her eyes lingered on that dinner set and she let out a chuckle, saving Noella’s picture as her phone wallpaper, feeling all warm inside.

After taking care of that, she put her phone down and went back to reviewing her research data. “How silly of me to overthink it,” she mused. “I love the Schnabel family and everyone in it, just like the rest of you.”

They were her family, after all.

Tristan hung up the phone, his face a mask of confusion, turning to Marcel. “Dad, the hospital called. Mom’s had an accident, they’re trying to save her now.”