Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 214

The steps hid both of their legs from view, so little Timmy had no idea what was really going on.

Amelia took full advantage of that. Without missing a beat, she stomped down hard on Clive’s foot. He flinched but didn’t move away. Instead, he just looked down at her, those dark, unreadable eyes full of feelings he never let show.

Almost like he didn’t want to let her go.

But Amelia knew the truth better than anyone. Clive could fake tenderness all day, but his heart was stone cold.

She shot him a glare, but for Timmy’s sake, she kept her tone light. “Daddy’s just had a bit too much to drink. He’s being silly, that’s all.”

“Silly?” Clive’s eyebrow shot up. He could see Amelia was about to snap, the flush creeping up her cheeks giving her away. After a moment, he pressed his lips together and finally let go of her arm.

The second she was free, Amelia slipped away like she’d been waiting for her chance to run. She grabbed Timmy’s hand and hurried upstairs without looking back.

Timmy glanced over his shoulder, confused, but Amelia just kept going, her face cold and closed off, not even sparing Clive a glance.

Clive narrowed his eyes. So, she’d finally learned how to stand up to him.

He’d had a few drinks, sure, but not nearly enough to lose control. The real reason he was falling apart tonight was Amelia.

Clive, let’s get a divorce.

Her cool, distant voice echoed through his mind, sharp as ever.

He clenched his fist at his side, the overhead light throwing a shadow over his face.

Divorce?

He let out a low, bitter laugh.

Had she really forgotten those years when she used to chase after him, refusing to let go no matter how hard he tried to shake her off?

Now that she’d gotten everything she wanted, she was ready to walk away?

If anyone was going to call it quits, it would be him. Not her.

He drew in a steadying breath and pressed a hand to his aching stomach, about to head upstairs when his phone buzzed from where he’d tossed it on the sofa.

A new message.

“I do!” Timmy answered right away, crouched by the bed, holding his sister’s hand and looking so worried. He rattled off the number from memory.

Amelia grabbed her phone and dialed.

Adrian picked up almost immediately. “Hello, this is Adrian.”

“Dr. Reed, I’m—” She almost said “Mrs. Salmeron” but caught herself just in time. “I’m Amelia. Penny’s mom. I wanted to talk to you about your diagnosis.”

She was used to more traditional medicine, but she knew Western doctors had their own strengths—sometimes they saw things she couldn’t.

Adrian was quick. He caught the subtle shift in her introduction right away.

She didn’t want to be Mrs. Salmeron. He respected that, no questions asked.

“Penny’s mom, please try not to worry. Penny’s always had a sensitive stomach. A lot of regular foods can upset her, but it’s not often she gets this sick, especially with the bloating she has now...” Adrian paused, thinking. “One possibility is that someone put a small amount of laxative in her food.”

Amelia’s hand tightened around her phone. She’d noticed something strange when she checked Penny’s pulse, but she hadn’t dared to trust her instincts until now.