The Killer Queen (Noella Briony) novel Chapter 388

"I'll be right there."

Palmer suddenly stood up, quickly explained, and prepared to leave for the hospital.

Marcel looked worried as he set down his fork and knife.

"Noella, you go with him and check it out!"

"Alright."

Marcel was well aware of Sexton's health condition.

Since Noella had always been the one to treat Sexton, performing surgeries and prescribing medications, she was most familiar with his condition and could be of great help!

Noella was Palmer's fiancée, so it was only natural for her to accompany him to check on Sexton. The Schnabel family didn't think much of it.

Sienna saw Noella and Palmer out, waiting until their car had disappeared down the road.

After much thought, Sienna still felt worried and said, "I better call Ulrich too, have him check on things. How did this happen all of a sudden?"

...

Imperial West Hospital, operating room.

A large group of doctors gathered at the door, appearing somewhat helpless!

Seeing the crowd around Palmer approaching, an ER doctor quickly came over.

“Mr. Pollack, Sexton’s condition is very bad…”

“Where’s Professor Calvin?”

“In the OR!”

As the operating room door opened, Calvin's gaze fell on Noella next to Palmer, as if seeing a beacon of hope, completely bypassing Palmer!

"You're finally here! Hurry!"

Noella squeezed Palmer's hand, signaling him to stay calm, "I'll check on Grandpa Sexton."

"Alright!"

Palmer's eyes held a complex mix of emotions, as if he wanted to say something but ultimately held back.

He trusted Noella! He didn't want to add to her stress, understanding that she would do everything in her power to save Grandpa!

Inside the OR, Noella's pressure was no less than his!

The operating room doors closed again, and the surgery light turned on.

Helen sat on the bench, looking extremely calm, though her trembling hands betrayed her emotions!

“Grandma, how did Grandpa suddenly fall ill?”

"Stayed up handling some matters."

Palmer, pressing his temples, said angrily, "Nonsense! What's so important that Grandpa had to lose sleep over it?"

Helen lifted her drooping eyelids, giving Palmer a fleeting glance.

"Palmer, everyone has their fate. We can't force it. He wanted to do something for you all one last time. That's his duty!"

"Grandma! How can Grandpa take such risks with his health?"

"Silence."

Helen looked down, slightly displeased, her rosary beads sliding through her fingers, though she couldn't muster a single prayer.

No one understood Sexton's condition better than she did!

Half an hour later.

The surgery light turned off, and Noella emerged from the OR, removing her mask.

She looked at Palmer, her expression holding a restrained sorrow.

Calvin followed Noella, sighing, "...We did our best, but the surgery was of little use, Sexton refused to undergo a tracheotomy."

Palmer frowned, "Refused?"

How could he refuse?

Was this a time for stubbornness?

Helen stood up, gripping her cane tighter, "Enough, Palmer. Let him maintain his dignity!"

Calvin presented a treatment report Sexton had signed earlier.