Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 195

Why was she so calm about this?

Back then, if Salmeron had even the slightest cold, Amelia would be worried sick. If he complained about a stomachache, she’d be at his side in a heartbeat, hovering anxiously as if the sky were falling.

“Ma’am…” Donna started, wanting to say something.

But Amelia was already heading downstairs. As she passed Donna, she paused just long enough to speak softly. “Donna, I’m tired tonight. I’ll stay with the kids. When Dr. Reed gets here, ask him to be quiet so he doesn’t wake them.”

Donna stared, stunned.

Was she really just… letting go?

She stood there for several seconds, frozen in shock, before she managed to gather herself and mumble, “Yes, ma’am.”

Amelia was already walking toward the guest room on the first floor.

Donna watched her go, her eyes filled with confusion and disbelief. Still, she didn’t hesitate any longer. She immediately called the family doctor, Adrian, and urged him to come over right away.

Meanwhile, Amelia quietly pushed open the door to the children’s bedroom, careful not to make a sound.

Because Penny was scared of the dark, a gentle floor lamp always glowed in the room at night.

Amelia slipped inside.

Both kids were already fast asleep. Timmy was curled up neatly under his blanket, only his little head peeking out.

Amelia gazed at them for a while, her expression soft. Suddenly, from the other bed, Penny let out a small, frightened whimper. In the quiet of the room, it sounded extra loud.

Amelia rushed over. Penny’s eyebrows were scrunched together, her tiny face damp with sweat.

Penny wasn’t like Timmy—she wasn’t a genius—but she was clever and bright. At five, most kids could barely write, but Penny’s handwriting was already neat and pretty.

Amelia flipped through the pages. Penny wished for a beautiful princess dress, yummy food, and another ten trips to Disneyland. Amelia couldn’t help but smile, then kept reading.

Suddenly, two lines jumped out at her, sharp as needles.

“…I wish Daddy wasn’t always so busy and could play with me more. Grandma says I got Daddy’s genes, and since he was sick a lot when he was little, I get sick a lot too.

Being sick feels so bad, and medicine tastes awful. I hope Daddy, Timmy, and I can all be healthy forever…”

Amelia’s fingers trembled.

She stared at Penny’s sleeping face for a long time, then let out a quiet, heavy sigh.