The Killer Queen ( Noella Briony ) novel Chapter 232

Inside the sterile white walls of the hospital room, Belinda sat next to Briony, her face glowing with a maternal pride as she handed her a freshly peeled apple.

"Briony, sweetheart, it's time to make a clean break. Your real dad has been found, and he's whisking us away to a life of ease and comfort!"

Real dad?

Briony's eyes sparkled with the mention. "But I'm still facing jail time..."

"Don't worry your pretty little head. Your father's got connections that can make these troubles go poof! You don't owe the Rosenbergs a thing; they're nothing but cold-hearted snakes!"

Belinda's affection for her once-favored son-in-law, Milford Rosenberg, had turned to bitter contempt. Briony was still carrying his child, and he hadn't even shown his face at the hospital.

"I've reached out to the Rosenbergs. They owe you, at the very least, a decent payout. Then we'll take care of this pregnancy."

Briony couldn't bear the thought of carrying the child a moment longer. Milford's doubt and absence from the hospital fueled her anger and frustration.

Then the phone rang. It was Linsey.

"Belinda, have you lost your mind? Your little girl plays the field, gets pregnant, and suddenly it's my son's responsibility? Stop the joke. Milford's abroad, clinching deals. He's the future of the Rosenbergs!"

Belinda sneered in response, "Ha, just you wait. Briony will be out of your league soon enough!"

Linsey hung up without another word and tried dialing her precious son, eager to uncover the truth about Briony's child. But Milford's phone was unreachable, no matter how many times she tried.

Belinda clenched her teeth in anger. "That old hag! It’s her son’s only child, and it’s them who don’t want this baby. Briony, after we terminate this pregnancy, we’ll send the child to them! Let’s see how they react!"

Briony's thoughts were far from here, consumed by the desire for a better life and the hatred for the child within.

The doctor, his face hidden behind a mask, entered and glanced at Briony. "I'm afraid I have to tell you that you can't keep the baby. You've contracted several infections, including HIV. It's best to terminate the pregnancy."

Briony's world collapsed with those words, tears streaming down her face. "No. How could this happen? It's all Milford's fault! I don't want to die, I'm so young..."

The doctor flipped through her chart with a sympathetic gaze. "Milford is a frequent patient in our infectious diseases department, and he has transmitted infections to many. Considering your age and health, it’s best not to continue with the pregnancy."

In a haze of despair, Briony cried uncontrollably, questioning what she had done to deserve this.

Belinda, frantic at the thought of losing her chance to return to Larson's side, urged the doctor to proceed with the treatment and surgery.

As the doctor left, Belinda soothed Briony, "We'll keep this from your dad. His family's complicated, and they'd shun us if they knew. Tomorrow, I'll take you home."

Briony, her spirit torn between hope and despair, asked, "Mom, who is my father?"

Belinda's smile held a secret promise. "You'll meet him tomorrow. He's planning a welcome party for you. As for your illness, I'll make sure you get the best care."

Filled with anticipation, Briony awaited the new chapter of her life.

...

Meanwhile, at the opulent Schnabel Manor in the Phoenix Tower of Serene Haven, a nanny sneakily hid in a corner, making a covert call.

"Ms. Yvonne, have you contacted the lady?"

How on earth did Ms. Noella manage to move so silently? She nearly jumped out of her skin, almost flinging her belongings into the air. There was something off about the way Noella looked at her, as if she knew exactly what she had been up to.

No, that couldn't be. If neither Sienna nor Mr. Schnabel had noticed anything, how could Ms. Noella, a greenhorn fresh from the countryside, know anything at all?

As soon as Noella returned to her room, her phone buzzed with a message from Palmer.

[There's a soiree Larson arranged tomorrow. Would my fiancée care to join me?]

[Sure.]

The word on the street was that Larson had played a rough hand with Eamon, and now he was throwing a party, most likely in a bid to clear his name.

There was a knock at the door, and Beckett poked his head in. "Noella, there's a gathering at the Pollack’s tomorrow. How about you join me for the event?"

"Sure, but I've already promised Palmer. We'll attend together."

The words on the tip of Beckett's tongue retreated back down his throat!

How did Palmer beat him to the punch with plans like that?

Noella couldn't help but let a smile play on her lips as she saw Beckett's deflated expression.

"Beckett, I actually have something I've been meaning to ask you. The nanny, Queenie, how long has she been with our family?"