The Killer Queen (Noella Briony) novel Chapter 357

Standing here, it truly felt like an audience before the ancestors of the Schnabel family!

The forebears of the Schnabel family were all laid to rest here.

The serenity of the mountains, with endless greenery shrouded in mist, enveloped the cemetery, adding a layer of peace to the silence.

Resting here, the ancestors of the Schnabel family must be content!

Grandma Harriet surely would have adored this place too.

The Schnabel family car soon entered the cemetery.

Marcel donned a suit he would only wear in his younger days, meticulously pressed, showing signs of aging with its slightly yellowed fabric and the traces of hand-stitched embroidery.

He declined Tristan's offer of support, gripping his dragon-headed cane tightly.

"I can still walk! I don't want Harriet to see me struggling to move!"

Tristan didn't insist, simply having Sienna follow with the wheelchair at a respectful distance.

Marcel had aged significantly since Ashlyn's uproar!

Had it not been for Ulrich bringing Malvina back for dinner the next day, brightening the old man's spirits, he might not have left his room at all.

Seeing him like this, Tristan was extremely worried but felt it wasn't his place to say much.

After all, the affairs of the older generation were beyond his purview!

Horatio's disciple had arranged for the memorial service, sitting in a circle chanting in a solemn tone.

From afar, Sienna's eyes teared up at the sight of Noella and Palmer, hand in hand.

She gazed at the gravestone, adorned with the loving smile of the late matriarch.

"Mom, we've never met, but I'm your daughter-in-law! Thank you for taking such good care of my Noella!

We may not have had the chance to meet, but rest assured, I'll take good care of the family!"

Sienna knew, if it hadn't been for Harriet's unconditional love, her precious daughter might never have had the chance to return to the Schnabel family!

Thinking of the hardships Harriet and Noella faced, Sienna's heart ached!

Tristan quickly embraced Sienna.

"It's alright, honey, don't make Mom sad. See, Mom and Noella are both back now, right? Our precious daughter won't suffer anymore!"

The couple cried together, holding each other tightly.

Horatio, with his muscular arms partially exposed, wore a maroon robe embroidered with golden threads in sacred texts, exuding a serene aura.

"Blessings to all, simply follow my lead in paying respects."

This was the first time the Schnabel family held a memorial service for Harriet.

Following Marcel's wishes, it was conducted with the highest honors, to bring joy to Harriet's spirit!

Kneeling beside Elara, Noella looked calmly at the photo of the forever gentle Harriet.

Suddenly feeling a presence beside her, Noella turned to see Palmer kneeling next to her.

"You don't have to, this is a family matter…"

Just a few days ago, at Palmer's mother's memorial service, Noella didn't kneel with Palmer, only offering incense.

Yet now, he wanted to join her in honoring her grandmother?

Palmer gently took Noella's hand, enveloping it in his warm, broad palm.

His gaze was firm, his expression solemn and respectful.

"I’ve already paid my respects to grandma at Verdant Garden. I’m glad to be able to honor her with you. May I have a place by your side?"

He had already paid his respects?

Noella couldn't imagine Palmer, a man of such stature, quietly honoring her grandmother in her absence.

Verdant Garden, no different from a quaint village house with its earthen walls and tiled roof, seemed humble.