Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 200

“What are you doing?!”

Donna’s voice rang out, sharp enough to make everyone freeze.

She’d just finished waking Timmy and Penny and was heading downstairs to start breakfast when she caught sight of Dr. Reed about to leave. He’d said something about Salmeron being almost fully recovered, with someone else to look after him now, so his job here was done.

Donna immediately assumed Mrs. Salmeron had changed her mind, cooled off, and come back to take care of her husband. The thought made her so happy that she’d slipped her phone into her pocket, planning to sneak upstairs and snap a cute photo of the happy couple to show the old lady later.

But as soon as she walked in, she saw a completely different scene: another woman, Kristen, sitting by Salmeron’s side, feeding him porridge.

Donna’s temper flared. She marched over and yanked Kristen away. Years of hard work had made Donna strong, and Kristen—so skinny and wobbly in her heels—was no match for her. Donna’s pull sent Kristen stumbling right into the desk.

Kristen’s eyes filled with tears as she bit her lip, trying not to cry.

Clive’s voice was low and stern. “Donna, what the hell are you doing? Cough, cough…” He turned red, part cough, part anger.

He got up from the sofa bed, helped Kristen up, and stood between her and Donna. Kristen clung to the back of his shirt, looking small and helpless.

“Donna, I’m sorry. I should’ve told you before coming up…” Kristen’s voice was soft and apologetic.

Donna had worked here for years and had seen Kristen plenty—she’d always gotten annoyed by Kristen’s fragile, needy act.

“You—”

But before she could let loose, Clive cut her off, his face cold. “Donna, I invited her. Do I need your permission for my guests?”

That wasn’t what Donna meant, but he didn’t let her explain.

“Salmeron, she—”

“Enough!” Clive’s patience snapped. “If Amelia sent you to cause drama, tell her to do it herself.”

“…Yes, sir.”

Donna had no choice. As she left, she shot Kristen a warning look and swung the office door wide open—just to make sure nothing would happen behind closed doors.

Clive let out a tired sigh.

“I’m sorry, Salmeron. I shouldn’t have come up like this,” Kristen said, looking guilty.

“How is this your fault?” He’d been the one who called her in the middle of the night, barely thinking straight. Clive gave her shoulder a gentle pat. “Wait for me in the living room, okay? I’ll finish my breakfast, take a quick shower, and then we’ll go to the office together.”

“Okay.” Kristen gave him a small smile and left the room.

Once she was gone, Clive sank onto the sofa, rubbing his face with both hands. If Amelia had really left so early, then last night must not have been a dream after all.