Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 219

Two unread messages.

After all these years, Amelia knew exactly how Cameron operated. If he ever messaged her first, it was always for one reason—to piss her off.

She clicked the notification. Sure enough, Cameron had sent a photo. In it, Clive was sitting by Kristen’s hospital bed, carefully slicing fruit for her.

Cameron: Did Clive ever take care of you like this when you were in the hospital? Still so desperate to call yourself Mrs. Salmeron. Is it really worth it, Amelia?

Amelia stared at the screen for a second.

Honestly, Cameron’s messages didn’t bother her at all anymore. They had absolutely no effect.

And it didn’t surprise her that Clive had gone out late at night to be with Kristen. It wasn’t like this was the first time.

Calmly, Amelia took a screenshot and saved it to her private folder labeled “Cheater Receipts.”

She almost wanted to thank Cameron for handing her fresh evidence of Clive’s cheating.

Once the proof was safely saved, Amelia blocked and deleted Cameron without hesitation.

Her messages weren’t a dumpster. No way was she letting trash pile up there.

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Meanwhile

Clive carried Kristen’s bag as they walked out of the hospital together.

He opened the car’s back door for her himself.

The driver up front barely reacted. Clearly, he’d seen this scene plenty of times.

Once they were in the car, Clive said quietly, “Take Ms. Watts home first.”

After a while, he spoke, his voice low.

“Before I came here, Amelia told me that when you dropped off the medicine earlier, you said some pretty harsh things to her.”

He’d denied it at first.

But when he thought about it, he realized Amelia wasn’t the type to make things up or talk behind someone’s back. She was proud—she’d never waste her time on petty drama.

Clive looked over at Kristen, his gaze serious. “Kristen, I want the truth. What exactly did you say?”

Kristen’s fingers curled tight around the edge of her coat. For a moment, she just sat there, then finally whispered, “It was me. I said those things. I told Amelia the medicine was yours, and that I was just giving her my leftovers out of pity…”

She let out a bitter laugh and slowly looked up, the streetlights brushing over her pale, fragile features and catching the shimmer of tears in her eyes.

A single tear traced down Kristen’s cheek. Clive’s eyes narrowed, tension flickering across his face.