The Killer Queen

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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.

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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.

“You’ve been duped by that girl. Is that brat bad–mouthing her in front of you? She bullied. Yvonne, and you’re just going to let it slide? Tristan, you’re my son. I wouldn’t steer you wrong.

12:24

That Noella, she’s trouble!”

Tristan couldn’t stand it anymore. Why, even now, did Ashlyn still believe Noella had done something wrong?

“Enough! Mom, Noella has had it tough. Why can’t you just cut her some slack?”

Ashlyn scoffed. “Me, be nice to her? Does she even deserve it? Tristan, you have no idea. Even the family that adopted her said she’s trouble, not to mention a thief. I mysteriously lost ten mil from my account, and I bet it was that girl!”

Did Ashlyn really believe the words of the Lamberts, known for their greed, cunning, and heartlessness? Tristan could not believe it.

Ashlyn kept on ranting over the phone, mostly regurgitating stuff she heard from Vincent.

Tristan’s heart grew colder. “That’s it, Mom. I’m starting the arrangements to send you and Yvonne to Gerastor. Get ready: this isn’t up for debate. The environment here is toxic; it’s bad for your health. The nursing home in Gerastor is top–notch.”

After saying his piece. Tristan hung up, unwilling to hear another word from Ashlyn.

Sienna, sitting beside him, asked, “Are you really sending her to Gerastor? She’s got some years on her, and with Dad’s status, it’ll be tough to travel abroad.”

Tristan 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, so he’s been sitting on the papers. He’s already reported this up top.”

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

Tristan sighed.

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

As soon as he hung up, Ashlyn was at her wits‘ end.

How could Tristan be so heartless? She was his flesh and blood!

It must be Sienna, that little vixen, filling his head 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 would vanish.

Yvonne was in a tizzy, too. She didn’t want to go abroad, especially not with Ashlyn. She was young, with plenty of time ahead of her. What good would it do to stick with an old lady.

“Grandma, what do we do now? If we go abroad, we’ll never see Grandpa and my brothers again. And what about my marriage to Mr. Pollack?”

Ashlyn thought hard and dialed Palmer’s number, a contact she sneaked from Marcel’s phone when he wasn’t looking.

Even after a lifetime together, Marcel guarded his phone from her like she was a thief!

12:24

The moment Palmer picked up, Ashlyn’s tone turned sweet as pie.

“Mr. Pollack? Is that you? It’s Noella’s grandmother. Do you have time to visit me? I’m at Imperial West Hospital, too. That girl, Noella, really should have brought her fiancé to see me.”

Ashlyn was, after all, Noella’s grandmother, and Palmer agreed to come.

“Alright, I’ll be visiting the hospital tomorrow to see Grandpa, and I’ll stop by to see you.

“Okay!”

After hanging up. Ashlyn’s eyes sparkled with cunning.

“Come on, Yvonne. I 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 for him is.”

Ashlyn was brimming with confidence.

A guy like Palmer was bound to pick the one who was the best match for him.

And the granddaughter Yvonne she had raised with her own hands? She was the perfect fit to be the future lady of the Pollack family.

“As long as we get you hitched to Mr. Pollack, I won’t have to go abroad.”

Yvonne was over the moon! Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

Just the thought of seeing Palmer the next day had her grinning from ear to ear.

First thing in the morning, a whole entourage turned up at Ashlyn’s hospital room.

Annie, with a gift in tow, knocked on the door, a fleet of bodyguards in her wake.

The moment Yvonne laid eyes on Annie, she rolled her eyes so hard they nearly got stuck.

This chick screamed trouble, always buzzing around her Palmer. Just looking at her, got on Yvonne’s nerves.

“Ashlyn, this is a present from our president.”

Ashlyn wasn’t exactly thrilled to see Annie either. “Yeah, where’s Palmer?”

Annie said with a smile, “Our president is off having a meal with the young missus. They’ll come and visit you together later.”

Yvonne nearly twisted her handkerchief into shreds!

It was so early, and Palmer was already off to breakfast with Noella?

Was she starving or what?

12:241

Calling her ‘the young missus‘ before they were even married, talk about shameless!

Ashlyn muttered to hersell, seeing Palmer taking that girl out for breakfast this early, it looked like he had a bit of a soft spot for her!

That was not good news….

“I only agreed to meet Mr. Pollack alone. You tell that bi… tell Noella to head back.”

She couldn’t stand the sight of Noella!