The Killer Queen (Noella Briony) novel Chapter 474

The Schnabels were quite the lively bunch, and Stirling's return home was marked by a rather unconventional welcome—a brand-new pack of diapers landing smack on his face the moment he stepped through the door.

Brushing off the unexpected greeting, Stirling's gaze fell upon the two little whirlwinds wrestling on the couch, instantly draining any frustration he might have had. The elder, with his hands on his hips, declared with all the seriousness a child could muster, "I'm a boy, and the nanny said only my kids can carry the Schnabel name. Yours will have to take your husband's!"

The younger retorted with a scoff, "At least I'll be sure my kids are mine. Who knows about yours?"

The barb hit home, and the older child's tears came rushing out. "I've read so many forum arguments, how come I can't win against my sister?"

"Because you're a numbskull," his sister shot back. "Believing such divisive nonsense from the nanny. Look at our family; the most cherished isn't even a boy!"

Realization dawned, and the tears halted at the brink. Indeed, the Schnabels' favorite was none of their sons.

"But why would she say that?" the older sibling wondered aloud.

"To see you make a fool of yourself!"

Plotting revenge on the nanny, the two kids quickly shifted gears.

Stirling cleared his throat, "…Are these two Ulrich's? Who thought it was funny to hit me with a diaper?"

Peeking from behind the staircase, a little one sheepishly admitted, "Uncle Peregrine, sorry, it was my diaper."

Sienna rushed to Stirling, barely recognizing her son. "Why do you look so... tough and tanned?"

Stirling, having notified only Marcel of his desert adventures, spun around for his mother's inspection. "Mom, I'm fine."

Sienna's eyes welled up at the sight of her son, grown and changed. The diaper culprit, seeking forgiveness, clung to Sienna's legs. "Grandma, don't cry. Uncle Peregrine is a hunk!"

Noella introduced the children: "This is Layla, Beckett's daughter. And these are Daren and Ophelia, Ulrich's."

After years of frail health, Darcy Sinclair hadn't expected much improvement. Yet, a trip brought them Layla, a gift from above, according to Beckett.

Home now brimming with kids, Stirling joyously embraced the chaos, showering them with affection.

Noella warned, "Don't underestimate Layla because of her age. She's a little schemer."

Stirling scoffed, "She's just a kid. I can handle it."

Elara counted down, "3, 2, 1…"

Stirling's yells echoed through the house, soon found suspended in a kid-engineered trap.

Layla declared, "Dad said Uncle Peregrine was tough. If he got caught so easily, he must be an imposter."